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Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself into Jessica's house party. Third consecutive night of cramming for APs would do that to you. Her hair was a disaster, so she'd t...
I didn't want to go to the country club. Mom said it'd be "good for me," which is parent-speak for "you have no friends and I'm worried." So there I was, standing by the **pool** i...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, sweat beading on her forehead despite the breeze. #EpicPoolParty trended somewhere in the distance, and here she was, actually at Tayl...
The bathroom mirror showed someone I barely recognized. My hair, usually a boring shade of mouse-brown, now blazed neon orange. Three cans of spray paint and zero consultation late...
Maya's fedora sat pulled low, a shield against the brutal July sun and worse—the judgment of every single person at Jake's pool party. She clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thum...
Marcus stood alone in center field, the baseball glove practically swallowing his hand. Coach had benched him for striking out looking—again—and forced him to stay late for extra p...
Maya Chen became an accidental spy because her ex-best-friend sat two tables away at the Smoothie Bowl Bar. This wasn't creepy stalking—just necessary intelligence gathering. Since...
Zara's iPhone buzzed against her thigh like a trapped wasp. Another notification. Another whisper in the digital hallways of sophomore year. "Ugh, who's blowing up my phone?" she ...
My hair was supposed to be sunset orange. Instead, it looked like a traffic cone had exploded on my head. "You look like a zombie who tried to get ready for a party and died halfw...
Maya leaned against the chain-link fence, heart doing somersaults in her chest. She'd been essentially playing spy for twenty minutes, watching Tyler's pool party from behind the m...
Maya's fedora pulled low over her eyes, the brim creating a shadow that felt like armor against the judgment waiting at Tyler's pool party. This wasn't just any hat — it was her da...
Maya pulled her snapback low, the brim shadowing eyes that felt too exposed for this crush party. She'd spent forty minutes on her eyeliner, trying to look effortless, but now she ...