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Maya's parents had dropped her off at Sarah's house with the lamest warning: 'Don't do anything we wouldn't do.' Because that was exactly the kind of thing that made seventeen-year...
Maya's palms were practically dripping as she clutched the solo cup. This was it—Jackson's legendary start-of-summer party. The invite had been sitting in her DMs for three days, a...
The goldfish crackers were everywhere. Scattered across龙湖湖的pool deck like orange confetti, crunching underflip-flops, getting dunked in the water by accident. Typical. Just like Mi...
The first time I puked papaya all over my new Nikes, I knew freshman year was going to be legendary. "You good, Maya?" Tyler asked, backing away like I was radioactive. I wiped m...
The bonfire crackled as Maya stood at the edge of Fox Lake, watching her so-called **friend** Chloe laughing with the popular crowd. Two months ago, they'd promised to be each othe...
Maya's hair was supposed to be chocolate brown. Instead, after a DIY dye job she'd attempted because her mom said salon highlights were too expensive, it looked like she'd dipped h...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in the neon blue hair she'd dyed at 2 AM after watching too many TikTok transformation videos. It was supposed to be "aqua dream" but...
Maya's hair had seen better days. Three hours with a box of cheap dye will do that. She stared at her reflection—orange and splotchy, like a carrot that had been left in the sun to...
Maya's vintage fedora was basically her emotional support animal. First day at Northwood High, and she was already regretting the outfit choice—but the hat stayed on. It was armor ...
Maya's feet hit the pavement at 2 AM, the rhythm matching the thump-thump-thump in her chest. Running was supposed to fix everything — or at least drown out the group chat blowing ...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to come. The pool party was already in full swing—literally—when she arrived, clutching her cup of jungle juice like a lifeline. Someone had blast...
Maya sat on the bleachers, watching the baseball practice like she'd done every Friday since freshman year. Not because she cared about sports—she couldn't tell a fastball from a c...