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Maya positioned her goggles on her forehead, trying to look like she belonged in the fast lane. Which she definitely didn't. The swim team's social pyramid was crystal clear: senio...
Maya's cat, Pancake, was the only one who understood her. That's why she was currently spilling her guts to a ball of orange fur while sitting cross-legged on her bedroom floor. "...
Zara's fingers moved like lightning across her phone screen at 2 AM, illuminating her face with an eerie blue glow as she scrolled through Cameron's Instagram for the third time th...
My brother was the Bear — six-foot-three, varsity everything, brooding aura that made teachers rearrange seating charts. I was just... Lucas. The vitamin-scented kid who carried a ...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM. Another anonymous tip. Someone was watching her Instagram stories—tracking who she liked, what she posted, when she posted it. "Are you seriously awak...
Alex's palms were sweating so much his grip on the padel racquet was basically non-existent. Welcome to Oak Ridge Country Club, where his mom had dragged them for the summer, and w...
Maya's phone screen glowed in her dark room at 11:47 PM, illuminating her most pressing mission: Operation Crush Surveillance. For three weeks, she'd been low-key spying on Jordan'...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep, thanks to that AP History paper, would do that to you. She dragged herself to the Friday night game, clutching a papaya s...
The papaya sat on my lunch tray like an alien artifact. "Dude, what IS that?" Marcus asked, leaning across the cafeteria table. "It's papaya," I said, trying to sound casual. "My m...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stood outside Jake's house, the bass from inside muffled but steady. This was it — her first high school party. She'd spent two hours on her makeu...
Maya's phone buzzed at 7:43 AM, right in the middle of her cat Barnaby deciding her freshly straightened hair was his new personal bed. She squinted at her iphone through morning g...
The bathroom mirror showed someone I didn't recognize anymore. My usual mousy brown was gone, replaced by a screaming orange that my mom definitely wouldn't approve of. But honestl...