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The party was already crashing when Maya showed up. Fox—that's what everyone called her because she was clever and impossible to catch—slid through the sliding glass door like she ...
Maya's phone buzzed on the bench beside her padel racket. Another notification from the group chat that had suddenly gone silent whenever she walked into the cafeteria. Something f...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The **water** glittered under the string lights, but she felt about as buoyant as a stone. Everyone ...
Maya's cat, Luna, had zero chill. The furball decided the night before the biggest track meet of sophomore year was the perfect time to go full drama queen and vanish. Typical. "L...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her dress for the third time, probably ruining the fabric, but whatever. This was it—the first real party of fresh...
The fox hat was supposed to be ironic. That's what Maya told herself when she bought it at the thrift store, anyway. But standing at the edge of Midnight Lake while everyone else c...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. The screen reflected her anxious expression—fifteen years old a...
Maya's older brother's baseball cap sat backwards on her head, brim flipped up like it knew something she didn't. The lucky hat had seen him through varsity championships and colle...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her vitamin water like a lifeline. The country club pool deck was basically a runway show, and she was definitely wearing last season'...
The bull by the fence was staring at me again. Not the animal kind — Tyler, the senior whose entire personality revolved around making freshmen's lives miserable at the country clu...
The storm caught me halfway through scrolling—again. Rain hammered against the garage where I'd been hiding for twenty minutes, trying to make it look like I had somewhere better t...
The third-period bell rang like a funeral toll, and honestly? I was running on pure caffeine and regret. Zombie mode, fully activated. Two consecutive nights of binge-watching that...