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Maya's life was officially over. She could feel it in her bones—same way she could feel the massive piece of spinach wedged between her front teeth, a green beacon of social suicid...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool clutching his orange tank top like a shield. Jenna's annual pool party — basically the social event of the summer — and he'd spent forty-five m...
Maya gripped the red plastic cup, knuckles white, while everyone else splashed in Jake's pool like they'd invented fun. The water glittered with that annoying perfect suburban spar...
The fox-red hair dye was supposed to be subtle highlights. Instead, Maya emerged from the bathroom looking like a mermaid who'd been through a nuclear accident. "It's... bold?" Em...
I felt like a zombie walking into school that Monday—four hours of sleep will do that to you. But nobody else looked alive either. Welcome to junior year at Westwood Academy, where...
Maya's fingers trembled as she fumbled with the charging cable behind the couch at Tyler's party. Her iPhone was at 3%—literally a social death sentence—and she needed to post that...
Maya's iphone buzzed with another snapchat notification—Jenna's pool party, happening NOW. Everyone who was anyone would be there, including Lucas, who'd actually looked at her dur...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Riley at the bottom, Jordan near the top, and me somewhere in the middle — invisible, comfortable, safe. Until the night Jordan's parents l...
Maya pulled her bucket **hat** down low, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. This was her first pool party of sophomore year, and honestly? She felt like a total imposter. ...
Maya dragged herself onto the padel court like a zombie—literally. It was 7 AM at summer sports camp, her brain was operating on three hours of sleep, and she'd gone full undead wi...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had crystal-clear levels. At the apex? Jake and his crew, crown prince of varsity padel and owner of the most enviable sneaker collection. Some...
The humidity in Maya's backyard pool clung to my skin like second-day text message anxiety. I'd been staring at the patio tiles for twenty minutes while everyone else splashed arou...