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I felt like a total spy, crouched behind the oak tree, watching them. The Fox Squad — that's what Maya called her friend group. Five girls with matching friendship bracelets and th...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** lower over her eyebrows, the worn fabric her only armor against the cafeteria noise. She wasn't invisible, exactly—more like the background character...
The henna sphinx on my forehead was supposed to be temporary, but the way Marcus looked at me in homeroom made it feel permanent. "Cool hat, Egypt," he said, knocking my beanie s...
Maya's brother Leo called her a social media stalker, but she preferred the term digital anthropologist. At fifteen, she'd mastered the art of the anonymous profile, watching the p...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a reality show she hadn't auditioned for. The hallways stretched forever, packed with clusters of students who already see...
Maya yanked the bucket **hat** lower over her forehead. Maybe if she looked like a walking thirst trap, nobody would notice she was literally vibrating out of her skin. First house...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy disaster that used to be her hair. She'd spent two hours trying to curl it for Tyler's party, but humidity had other p...
Marco existed in a permanent zombie state that summer before junior year—scrolling through feeds, nodding at his parents' questions, drifting through days like he was watching some...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I didn't care. Standing by the edge of Maya's above-ground pool, water dripping from my cutoffs, I felt like I was finally part of something. Someth...
The pyramid of red Solo cups towered three levels high on Jordan's kitchen counter, each level symbolizing another tier of Shady Creek High's social hierarchy. I stood at the botto...
Maya stared at the coaxial cable dangling from her bedroom wall, a severed lifeline to the digital world. Three days without wifi, and she'd officially entered what her younger bro...
Maya's cat Mittens gave her that look. The one that said, "You're actually going to that pool party?" "Don't judge me," Maya muttered, grabbing her towel. "It's sophomore year. I ...