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Maya slumped against the cafeteria wall, phone in hand, watching the lunchroom drama unfold like a bad reality show. Her friends had bailed on her again—something about 'urgent mal...
The party was already mid when Maya showed up, fashionably late and regretting every life choice that led here. The bass thumped through her chest like a second heartbeat as she wo...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, her **iphone** glowing in the darkness of her closet. She'd been **running** the same recon mission for three weeks now—watching Jordan's stor...
Maya's **dog**, Buster, stared at her with those sad puppy eyes while she arranged her fifteenth motivational can into a perfect **pyramid** on her desk. This was it—her ticket to ...
Marcus pulled his snapback low, like the bill could somehow shield him from the absolute social nightmare unfolding before him. The Taylor family's above-ground pool glittered with...
My mom's old fishing hat sat crushed at the bottom of my backpack. I'd grabbed it on impulse before leaving, which was dumb—nobody at Jordan's party would get the aesthetic. But my...
Maya's frizzy curls had always been her worst enemy—or at least, that's what she thought until Chloe's pool party invitation slid into her DMs. The caption read: "swimming at sunse...
I sat alone on the bottom bleacher, my glove still on my hand. Practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but I couldn't move. Coach put me at the bottom of the lineup again, and sudde...
Maya's social life didn't die with a bang. It died with a piece of spinach stuck in her braces during third period lunch. She'd been crushing on Leo since September, when he'd com...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she might actually slip off her chair. Which would be tragic, since she was currently sitting in the school auditorium surrounded by half the soph...
My iphone buzzed in my pocket, vibrating against my thigh like it knew something I didn't. Courtney's party. The party. The one everyone would be talking about on Monday, the one I...
The morning swim practice had me feeling like a straight-up zombie. 5 AM practices will do that to you. I dragged myself out of the pool, chlorinated water dripping from my orange ...