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Maya felt like a total zombie as she stood against the wall at Jake's party. She'd spent three hours flat-ironing her hair, and now it was already frizzing up in the humidity. Clas...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Standing at the edge of Jackson's backyard party, watching everyone else float effortlessly through con...
The first thing you notice about the country club is how the palm trees sway like they're mocking your entire existence. I stood by the padel court, gripping my racket like a weapo...
Leo's summer job was technically 'pool maintenance assistant' but honestly it was mostly skimming leaves and pretending not to notice when seniors did water aerobics to 2000s pop h...
Maya's iphone screen was already cracked — a spiderweb of shattered glass that matched how she felt inside. Junior year was eating her alive, turning her into some kind of academic...
Summer camp wasn't supposed to be my villain origin story, yet here I was, standing at the edge of murky Lake Pineapple while my so-called friends dared me to do something deeply s...
The food court smelled like desperation and cheap perfume. I stood there wearing my dad's old fedora — the hat was supposed to be vintage cool, but honestly? I looked like a lost j...
The pool water sparkles like someone spilled glitter across it, which is exactly the kind of thing Sophie would say if she were here. But Sophie's busy climbing the social pyramid ...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as Chloe dragged her into Mrs. Henderson's finished basement. The air smelled like vanilla candles and desperation. "You're ...
The box said "Sunset Gold." The mirror said goldfish. I stared at my reflection, mouth open. My normally dark brown hair now glowed an alarming, radioactive orange — like somethin...
My hair had decided to stage a rebellion. Third period AP English, and I'm running my fingers through what used to be a respectable side part, now a cowlick disaster zone. Mom swor...
Maya clutched her iphone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Leo's text thread. Three dots appeared, disappeared, appeared again. The typing indicator was playing games with her h...