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Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically wring them out like a wet sponge. It was only the first Friday of sophomore year, and somehow she'd already managed to becom...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the bright orange baseball cap perched on his head. It was ridiculous. Absolutely ridiculous. "Dude, you look like a traff...
The lifeguard **hat** sat three sizes too big on my head, sliding down over my eyes every time I moved. Mom had insisted I take this job at the community pool — "great for your col...
Maya's first day at Ridge Creek High started with a bull—literally. The school mascot, a fiberglass bull named Buster, stood guard at the entrance, painted in intimidating crimson ...
The first week of July, I decided to reinvent myself. New wardrobe, new vibe, new Maya. My mom, deep in her wellness era, decided to help by forcing spinach smoothies on me every m...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iPhone screen, doomscrolling through TikToks at 2 AM when she should've been sleeping. Her golden retriever, Buster, nudged her hand with that wet-nos...
Maya's thumb hovered over her **iphone**, doomscrolling through Instagram stories of the pool party she wasn't invited to. Again. "Mija, you coming in?" her mom called from the ba...
Maya's lungs burned—that good, familiar fire that came from **running** six laps around the track. Cross country practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but she kept going, because ...
Maya's reputation started sophomore year when Kelsey Jenkins brought her iPhone to the house party, giggling about some boy. "Let the Palm Street Oracle work her magic," someone ...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a zombie apocalypse, except instead of brains, everyone wanted her social media handles. She'd spent the entire night doom...
Maya's vintage dad hat was already drenched, but she didn't care. The sky was putting on a show—lightning crackling across the horizon like some cosmic Instagram filter come to lif...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like an ancient pyramid scheme - the popular kids sat at the top, and everyone else tried to climb their way up. Usually, I sat comfortably...