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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, but it didn't help. The baseball field stretched out before her, a terrifying e...
Maya's phone buzzed with another notification—her third viral TikTok this week. She stared at her iPhone screen, watching her younger self awkwardly dance in what now seemed like a...
Maya and I were sprawled on her bedroom floor, surrounded by half-eaten pizza and the debris of finals week, when the thunderstorm hit. Outside, lightning cracked the sky open, and...
The lightning storm cracked the sky exactly when I slammed my locker shut. I was already running late, and now my hair—which I'd spent forty minutes straightening to impress Sarah ...
The first thing I noticed when my iPhone died at Camp Whispering Pines wasn't the lack of notifications. It was the panic. Like, full-blown spiraling. What if someone posted someth...
Barnaby—my orange tabby with zero boundaries—sat on my windowsill like a furry gargoyle, judging my outfit choice for the third time. The swimming party at Kayla's house was in two...
Maya's cat, Barnaby, was her only friend during freshman year. Pathetic? Maybe. But when you're the new kid who stutters through presentations and spends lunch periods in the libra...
Maya gripped her iPhone until her knuckles turned white, thumb hovering over Jax'sInstagram story. The pool party raged behind her — bass thumping, laughter echoing — but she felt ...
Maya's hair had been straightened within an inch of its life, but the humidity at Jordan's pool party was already winning. Three hours in, the edges were curling, the frizz was mou...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, heart pounding as Jake's text lit up the display. "Party tonight. You coming?" She'd been crushing on him since seventh grade, back when he had t...
Maya stared at the gelatinous blob on her paper plate. Her so-called best friend Chloe had promised these gummy vitamins tasted like peach, but this one was definitely nuclear-berr...
Maya's vintage snapback was three sizes too big, making her look like a kid playing dress-up. She adjusted it for the fiftieth time, watching her reflection in the bathroom mirror....