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Maya's palms were sweating as she clutched her iphone against her chest like a shield. The party at Jake's house was already in full swing, and she'd spent the last twenty minutes ...
Maya's mom was obsessed with health. Every morning, it was the same routine: the vitamin regimen laid out on the kitchen counter like some kind of scientific experiment. Vitamin D ...
Maya's phone glowed at 2:47 AM, another notification lighting up her screen like a tiny supernova in the darkness of her room. She should've been asleep – honestly, she should've b...
Maya scrolled through her iPhone at 2 AM, feeling like a zombie from another week of all-nighters. Her thumb moved automatically, brain barely processing the endless stream of TikT...
Kai stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the warm concrete. The entire freshman class seemed to be watching, waiting. Someone had started the rumor that Kai was a div...
The summer before sophomore year, I mastered the art of being invisible at pool parties. Which was ironic, considering I was literally the only one not swimming. I'd lounge on a de...
Maya Chen had perfected the art of being invisible. At 15, she'd mastered the hallway glide—head down, headphones on, nobody's target. But today, she was on a mission. The popular...
The sun beat down on my aunt's backyard **pool**, the water shimmering like liquid diamonds. I would've been chilling with my cousins, but instead I was stuck listening to Jordan t...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her dad's old snapback backward. The hat smelled like him — cedarwood and the weird cherry vitamin gummies he swore gave him superpower...
My palms were sweating so hard I could've watered the Sahara. Standing outside Jordan's house, clutching a clear plastic bag containing my redemption—a fantail goldfish won at the ...
Maya's summer job at Pet Paradise was supposed to be chill—just feed animals, look cute, get paid. But something weird was happening with the goldfish. Every Tuesday at 4:15 PM ex...
The summer humidity hit me like a wall as I walked through Chelsea's backyard, my phone practically burning a hole in my pocket. I'd been gripping it for twenty minutes, refreshing...