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The goldfish had been floating sideways for three days when Maya finally decided to flush it. It was her brother's, technically, but since he'd left for college and forgotten about...
The first weekend at Jared's cabin should've been legendary. No parents. No rules. Just the squad and "actual freedom," as Tyler kept announcing at maximum volume every five minute...
Maya's orange hair frizzed in the humidity as she stood in front of the papaya stand. Eighteen and still figuring out who she was, she'd dyed it last week on impulse—her mom said s...
Maya's iPhone battery was at 4% when the first flash of lightning split the sky over Bear Lake. "You guys, we have to get this on TikTok," she said, though the storm hadn't even f...
Mateo felt like a straight-up **zombie** as he dragged himself toward the block party. Three hours of gaming the night before will do that to you. But when he saw Chloe leaning aga...
The bathroom line at Jake's party stretched down the hallway like a snake. Maya leaned against the wall, clutching her plastic cup of flat vitamin water—her mom's text still lit up...
Maya's palm was literally dripping onto her vintage jeans. Why did she agree to sit with Lucas at lunch? He was the baseball god of sophomore year, and she was... well, she was the...
I sat on the edge of my bed, staring at Henry the goldfish. He swam in circles, oblivious to my crisis. "She's going to be there, Henry. What do I even say?" Henry blew a bubble....
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking onto a battlefield where everyone already knew the rules except her. The cafeteria operated like a strict social pyramid, with ...
Maya stared at thecafeteria's social pyramid like it was geometry homework she hadn't studied. At the top: the Royals, with their curated Instagram feeds and Thrifted™ outfits. Som...
Maya's been acting weird all week. We've been best friends since seventh grade, and now she's whispering in hallways, hiding her phone screen when I walk by, and—this is the weirde...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizzy halo effect that happened every time humidity hit above 60 percent. Which was every single day in July. I'd spent twenty minutes tryin...