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I dragged myself to the community pool like a zombie, thank you very much. Three hours of sleep because Maya finally texted back at 2 AM? Worth it. Totally worth it. My brain was b...
Maya's plan was simple: sneak into her sister's room, use the fancy purple hair dye she'd been saving for the Fall Fling, and finally catch Josh's attention. What could possibly go...
The party was already mid-level awkward when Maya's iPhone died at exactly 11:47 PM. She'd been documenting her whole night—story after story of people she barely knew, filters per...
The water from the burst pipe wasn't just flooding my basement—it was drowning my entire social life. My parents were out of town, and I'd invited Maya over for what was supposed t...
Maya had been running from the truth all semester: she'd bought into it. The "Ultimate Success Pyramid," Jordan had called it, slick as his gel-slicked hair. We were supposed to se...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Why had she agreed to come to Sunset's house party? Probably because when the most popular girl in tenth grade invites you, you don't exactly sa...
Maya's phone buzzed with another screenshot from Chloe's new group chat. The caption read bestie crew goals 💅 and Maya's stomach did that familiar twist, like someone was wringing ...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat. 'Pool party @ Brianna's. Papaya smoothies. Don't bring up the bullfrog incident.' Maya rolled her eyes. Ever since she'd accidentally knock...
Maya stood on the diving board, clutching her **hat** like a lifeline. Below her, the pool water shimmered invitation, but her stomach churned with the familiar dread of being seen...
Maya smoothed down the brim of her newsboy **hat**—the one she'd spent twenty minutes choosing because it said 'artsy but approachable'—and hovered in the doorway of Tyler's baseme...
My goldfish, Bubbles, stared at me through his bowl like he knew exactly how much I was dreading today. First day at Northwood High, and I'd spent the summer dying my hair a vibran...
The cable died at 2:47 AM, right as Tank reached level 15 in Zombie Survival: Last Stand. "No, no, NO," Marcus groaned, mashing buttons on his controller like his life depended on...