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Maya spent forty minutes on her hair, curling it until it fell in perfect waves around her shoulders. Tonight was the night—Jason's party, where she'd finally talk to him beyond In...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her iPhone screen. She wiped them on her shorts for the third time, staring at the group of juniors by the pool. Tyler was ...
Mia's phone pinged with a notification that made her heart do that weird fluttery thing it did whenever Jake's name appeared on screen. 'Party at my place friday. U coming?' She s...
Marcus's life could be divided into two categories: before the cafeteria incident, and after. "You need your **vitamin**," his mom had said that morning, shoving a neon-orange pil...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Standing in line at the carnival's fortune teller booth, she checked her reflection in the dark gla...
Maya's **hat** was absolutely soaking, the brim drooping like a sad wet dog. But honestly? She didn't even care. "You guys are literally insane for this," she whispered, crouching...
Maya felt like a total zombie as she dragged herself through Taylor's front door. Three hours of sleep thanks to that zombie show marathon will do that to you. The bass from the sp...
Tyler's vintage baseball cap collected dust on his dresser—same one his dad wore in the state championship thirty years ago. The pressure to follow those cleat-steps hung heavier t...
The spinach smoothie sat on the kitchen counter like a radioactive experiment. My mom's latest health phase meant everything in our house was now green—including, apparently, my so...
Maya's first week at Northwood Academy and she'd already mastered the art of the strategic nod. Someone mentioned something about a party this weekend? Nod mysteriously. Reference ...
The pool lights flickered—old school buzz, the kind that made the water shimmer like something magical. Maya stood at the edge, toes curling over the lip of concrete, while Jordan ...
Maya's palms were practically dripping onto the folding table. Great. Exactly the vibe you want when you're supposed to be a mystical fortune teller at the school fall festival. "...