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Maya's room was a graveyard of charging cables—tangled black snakes that she knew how to unknot in seconds, just like she knew exactly how to avoid conversation in the cafeteria. H...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, running her third lap while everyone else had already finished. Her iphone sat on the bleachers, probably blowing up with texts about T...
The pool party at Maya's house was supposed to be chill, but my stomach was doing full-on gymnastics. I stood by the edge, clutching my phone like it was a literal lifeline, watchi...
Maya stared at the cafeteria table like it was a minefield. Three weeks into sophomore year and she still hadn't found her people. The theater kids? Too intense. The art crowd? Alr...
The humidity hit me like a wall when I stepped out of Tita Mercy's airconditioned van. I was wearing my brand new white sneakers—huge mistake. This was the province, and I was abou...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Group chat explosion again. Someone had posted a photo of everyone at Jake's party last night—everyone except her. She'd bee...
Marcus pulled his beanie **hat** lower as he navigated the crowded hallway, desperately trying to become invisible. At seventeen, he'd mastered the art of blending in—mostly becaus...
The cafeteria hierarchy worked like a pyramid, and Maya had spent her entire freshman year stuck at the base. Top tier: varsity athletes and rich kids. Middle: theater kids, band g...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, her normally cooperative **hair** now staging a full-blown rebellion against existence. Frizz erupted like tiny electrical charges, and she'd ...
The community pool shimmered like a giant blue jello cup, and Maya's stomach did backflips just looking at it. Summer freshman year, and somehow everyone already knew how to dive l...
Maya slumped against the scratched cafeteria wall, phone clutched in her sweaty palm like a lifeline. The notification had burned itself into her retinas: *We need to talk.* Three...
Maya stood by the bathroom door, nursing a plastic cup of warm **water** like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Jordan's house party was everything she'd dreaded—loud...