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Maya stared at the cafeteria ceiling, watching the dust motes float like tiny confused astronauts. The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a pyramid she could never qu...
The power went out right as Maya was about to fake another laugh at Tyler's story. Perfect. She grabbed her beanie from the couch—her **hat** was basically a security blanket at pa...
Maya's cheeks burned hotter than the **orange** sun blazing overhead. Of course she'd be the one to trip over her own feet during cross country, right in front of everyone. She lay...
Maya's palms were sweating. Not the cute glisten, but the full-on slipping-off-your-racquet kind. She stared at the padel court through the chain-link fence, watching Jake laugh at...
The pool shimmered like liquid blue jolly ranchers under the July sun, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips. She clutched her iPhone 13 like a lifeline, screen illuminating her f...
Maya's phone lit up with another text from the group chat—everyone was hanging at Jayden's again. She stared at her reflection, pulling the knitted hat lower over her forehead. It ...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first—that sharp, chemical scent that screamed summer in the suburbs. She stood at the edge of the Reynolds' pool, toes curled against the concrete, clu...
I never thought I'd be part of a human pyramid in the school cafeteria, but here we are. "Hold it together, people!" Maya whispers through gritted teeth, sweat already beading on ...
Maya pressed her forehead against the chain-link fence, heart pounding like a bass drop at a homecoming dance. She wasn't proud of this — literally spying on her ex-best-friend's p...
Maya's summer job at Juice Planet was supposed to be chill. Just blend fruit, collect paycheck, flex on Instagram about her "aesthetic lifestyle." That was the plan, anyway. Then ...
The orange jersey was mistake number one. It screamed look at me, which was exactly what I didn't want. But Mom had ordered it online and refused to return it, so here I was, first...
Maya's summer was officially cooked before it even began. Her parents had shipped her off to "social skills camp" (their words, not hers), and now she was stuck in a cabin with six...