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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through the liner of her pockets as she stood in Kyle's backyard, watching the sunset paint everything orange. Everyone else see...
Leo stood on the porch, clutching his phone like a lifeline. His iphone battery was at 12%, which felt way too metaphorical for his current social battery. Inside, Jackson's house ...
My hair was doing that thing where it defied physics, gravity, and every product I'd ever sprayed on it. I stared in the bathroom mirror, poking at the cowlick that made me look li...
Maya's first week at Ridgeview Academy and she'd already learned three things: the popular kids played padel behind the gym at lunch, the indoor pool was where real friendships for...
Marcus hadn't meant to go viral. But the video of him face-planting during the championship match—the ball soaring untouched as he ate the blue padel court at mach speed—had someho...
The moment I stepped onto the patio, I wished I'd stayed home watching Netflix instead. The Miller twins' annual end-of-summer bash was already in full swing – music bumping, peopl...
The thunder cracked like the world was splitting apart. Maya clutched her iPhone 12 — the screen was the only light in her bedroom, the only thing keeping her tethered to sanity. H...
Leo adjusted his sunglasses, trying to look like he belonged at the country club pool. The golden afternoon light reflected off the water, making everything shimmer like some dream...
Maya's mom had dropped her off with the awkward warning: "Have fun, sweetie! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Which, frankly, narrowed it down to literally nothing. She stood on ...
Maya's summer took a turn when her older sister brought home Cleo, a sphinx cat that looked like a tiny, wrinkly alien. Maya had to bear the indignity of being seen walking this na...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I clutched my iPhone against my chest like it was my own heart. Pool parties at Jessica's house weren't really my thing—too many people, too much skin...
Maya's life had become one long exercise in social reconnaissance. Being a fifteen-year-old girl basically meant you were part-time spy, full-time overthinker. She'd spent weeks tr...