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Maya felt like a total zombie as she dragged herself through the side gate of Chloe's pool party. Three hours of APUSH studying would do that to you. Her brain was mush, her makeup...
Maya's palms were sweating—not the cute, glistening kind you see in movies, but the gross, clammy kind that makes you wipe your hands on your jeans every thirty seconds. "You're u...
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...