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Maya stared at the mirror, finger-combing the disastrous neon blue chunks in her hair. The DIY dye job was supposed to be subtle—a peekaboo moment, her YouTube tutorial promised. I...
Maya's palms were sweating before she even stepped onto the concrete deck. Jake's pool party. The social event of the summer, and she'd been staring at the invitation on her phone ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the post button, her iPhone screen glowing in the gathering darkness. The pool party raged behind her—laughter, splashing, the bass of some remix she pret...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iphone, the blue light washing out her face in the dugout. Third inning, runners on base, and she was doomscrolling through camp photos instead of wa...
The pool party was everything Maya dreaded. Humid bass thumping from expensive speakers, chlorine-slicked bodies everywhere, and her crush—actual dream girl Elena—standing by the s...
Maya adjusted the brim of her vintage dad hat, trying to look casual as she walked through Jake's backyard gate. Her cat, Luna, had been giving her judgmental eyes all morning, as ...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she stared at her reflection. The bright blue hair dye had seemed like such a good idea at 2 AM after watching too many TikToks, but now? Now ...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a live TikTok feed she hadn't been invited to join. The cafeteria was a maze of social circles – the varsity jacket crew, ...
Maya stood behind the concession stand, sweating through her vintage band tee, clutching a papaya like it was a grenade. First day at the summer festival, and naturally, she'd alre...
The fluorescent green hat wasn't exactly camouflage, but it was the best I could do on short notice. I crouched behind the bleachers at the rec center, phone in hand, watching like...
Maya's stomach did actual backflips when she saw the Instagram story: pool party at Jake's house, Saturday afternoon. The Jake. The one whose smile could power the entire school gr...
The cable died at exactly 8:47 PM on the most important night of summer. Maya stared at the TV screen, now a wall of gray static. Her phone buzzed in her lap — three texts from Lu...