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Maya dragged herself through first period like a zombie, surviving on three hours of sleep and one energy drink that was definitely wearing off. Junior year was supposed to be the ...
Maya's first summer job as a lifeguard at the community pool was supposed to be about earning money for college, not about navigating the treacherous waters of the high school soci...
The spinach in my teeth was practically glowing. I could feel it there, wedged between my front two teeth like a tiny green betrayal, mocking my entire existence. "You good, Maya?...
The museum field trip was supposed to be better than sitting in Mr. Henderson's biology class, but here I was, trailing behind the popular crowd again. My iphone buzzed in my pocke...
Maya pulled her snapback lower, the brim shielding her eyes from the brutal July sun. The hat was her armor—her "don't notice me" force field at what was supposed to be the party o...
My thumbs were practically shaking as I doom-scrolled through Maya's Instagram for the third time that night. Three weeks of silence, and suddenly she's posting stories with Zoe—th...
Maya stood at the edge of Mirror Lake, her heart hammering like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. The summer camp counselors had already given their pep talk about facing fea...
I sat alone at lunch again, fourth day in a row, picking at the papaya my mom packed. It was ugly and orange with weird black seeds, and I loved it, which was basically social suic...
I was basically a spy at my own lunch table. Three weeks ago, my best friend Sage had started acting different — more distant, checking her phone constantly, giving me these vague...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, popping extra vitamin supplements like they were candy. His older brother TJ had left them behind when he moved out, and Marcus figure...
The pool party was already giving me major FOMO from my Instagram stories, but actually being here? A whole different level of awk. I stood by the snack table, clutching a plastic ...
Marcus pulled his baseball cap low, brim curved just like Jake's wore. If he was going to pull this off, he needed to look the part—not that his older brother would notice. Jake ne...