The Scheme
Maya's phone was supposed to be her lifeline, but the charging cable had other plans. It frayed somewhere between third period and lunch, leaving her at 4% battery and spiraling. ...
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Maya's phone was supposed to be her lifeline, but the charging cable had other plans. It frayed somewhere between third period and lunch, leaving her at 4% battery and spiraling. ...
Maya's parents owned the most embarrassing store in the entire strip mall — Nature's Best, where everything smelled like patchouli and judgment. She'd rather be literally anywhere ...
My fingers were shaking so bad I almost dropped my iphone while typing the text. Three little bubbles appeared on Maya's screen—the typing indicator that was currently ruining my e...
The padel court echoed with the satisfying thwack of ball against glass, my heart racing faster than my feet could move. I wiped sweat from my forehead, glancing at Maya across the...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be mid. That's what Marcus told me anyway, but he neglected to mention the literal **sphinx** statue guarding the diving board—a w...
Maya's orange beanie was practically glued to her head—a security blanket, really. At least that's what her therapist called it. Maya called it her armor against the terrifying rea...
Maya dragged herself through the front gate feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep thanks to that history final would do that to you. The neighborhood end-of-schoo...
Maya's orange backpack slumped against the cafeteria wall like it was giving up on life. "You're doing it again," said Jordan, sliding into the seat across from her. "Doing wha...
Maya's mom had dropped her off at Tyler's house thirty minutes ago, and she'd been hiding in the bathroom for twenty-five of them. "You got this," she whispered to her reflection,...
Maya's hands shook around her iPhone as she scrolled through the group chat. Everyone was at Jake's padel tournament, and she wasn't. Again. "You coming?" the notification read. "...
Maya's hair was supposed to be perfect. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, her bathroom mirror fogged up, Kacey Musgraves playing at volume level that definitely...
Marcus's crush, Lily, stood across the pool party, looking effortlessly perfect in her swimsuit while he clung to the edges of social survival like a cat in a bathtub. He'd spent f...