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Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket, the screen lighting up with another Instagram notification. She gripped her iphone tighter, thumbs hovering over the keyboard as she debated post...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The popular kids' end-of-summer bash felt less like a party and more like a social experiment she'd ...
Maya's knuckles turned white as she gripped the pool gate, heart doing somersaults in her chest. Everyone was already inside—Jake, Sophia, the whole crowd from sophomore year—and s...
Maya adjusted her stolen denim jacket—vintage Levi's that cost three weeks of babysitting money—and checked her reflection in the gymnasium glass. The Pyramid loomed behind her, a ...
Maya stared at the weird fruit on the counter like it was about to explode. Her mom had bought this papaya thing from the fancy grocery store, and now Maya had somehow convinced he...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme I couldn't afford. Seniors at the top, freshmen scrambling at the bottom, and me—new sophomore transfer—floating some...
Marcus stood at the plate, sweat dripping down his temple like he'd been **running** marathons instead of just facing three pitches. The summer air was thick with humidity and anti...
Maya's thumb hovered over the send button, her **iPhone** screen glowing in the darkness of her bedroom. The draft—three years of unsaid words to her brother before he left for col...
Maya's heart raced as she patted her pocket for the third time. Empty. Her iPhone—her actual lifeline to existence—was gone. Somewhere between the bus stop and Jackson's house, she...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sleek and straight for Jackson's party—the first party of freshman year, where reputations were made or crushed in three hours flat. Instead, she was...
Maya stood by the **pool** edge, clutching her Tupperware like it was a bomb. The backyard was transformed—string lights crisscrossing between towering **palm** trees, speakers bla...
The neon orange baseball cap sat two sizes too big on my head, sliding down over my eyes every time I moved. Freshman year, first varsity game, and I was already failing at looking...