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I was basically a **zombie** by Friday, thanks to AP Bio finals week killing my sleep schedule. So naturally, that's when Leo decided to invite me to his legendary costume party. ...
The friendship had been dissolving all summer like those cheap fizzy tablets Maya dropped into her grandma's bathtub. Still, when Jenna texted pool?, Maya grabbed her towel before ...
Maya's feet hit the pavement in rhythm—left, right, left, right—each step a middle finger to the cluster of unread texts lighting up her iPhone in her pocket. Her ex had been blowi...
Maya's vape pen pyramid scheme wasn't supposed to collapse this fast. One minute she was floating at the top of her middle school social hierarchy, collecting lunch money from sixt...
The sweat pooling down Maya's back had nothing to do with the July heat and everything to do with Jake watching from the sidelines. She'd played exactly three games of padel in her...
Maya's hair looked like a bird's nest after softball practice, but she didn't care. She had bigger problems—like the spinach stuck between her teeth from the smoothie her mom swore...
Maya's mom had decided papaya was the new superfood their family needed, which meant Maya was currently holding a literal bowl of orange mush at Jackson's party. The fruit sat ther...
Maya's palms were sweating literally dripping as she stood at the edge of the pool party where everyone who mattered at Northwood High was hanging out. Her best friend Kiara had dr...
The ethernet cable trailed from my router like a lifeline I'd been clinging to all summer. I'd become a total zombie — surviving on three hours of sleep, energy drinks, and the blu...
Microwave hummed, glowing orange. Charlie leaned against the kitchen counter, staring at the sad container of spinach defrosting for dinner. Again. "You need to eat your greens, m...
Maya pressed her back against the cold tile wall of the girls' bathroom, heart hammering. Somewhere beyond the door, the party raged—Jordan's birthday bash that everyone who was an...
I floated through AP Chem feeling like a certified zombie, my brain three seconds from total system failure. Finals week will do that to you—or at least, that's what I told myself....