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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The water glittered blue and inviting, but her stomach did somersaults. This was it—the first party of soph...
Maya's flip-flops slapped against the concrete as she power-walked toward the community pool, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. The group chat was blowing up—apparently t...
Maya dragged herself to the padel courts like a zombie—actually, worse than a zombie. Zombies at least had a purpose. Brains. Survival. Maya's purpose was apparently letting Chloe ...
The orange hair dye job had been a disaster. Like, a genuine catastrophe. Maya had meant for auburn vibes, but she'd somehow ended up looking like a walking traffic cone. Three mon...
Maya's dog Sphinx - a rescue with ears that couldn't decide which way to point - was the only one who didn't notice she was the worst player at the padel club. "You're swinging li...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, gel gunning his dark curls into submission. Senior picture day tomorrow, and his hair had been staging a rebellion all week. "You sur...
The bonfire crackled, sending sparks toward the starlit sky as Mia swiped at her phone, the blue light illuminating her exhausted face. She'd been running on caffeine and anxiety a...
I'm fourteen and staring at the Great Pyramid of Creekwood High — not the actual stone kind, but the social kind. Seniors at the apex, juniors on the next level, sophomores below t...
Maya's hair was wrong. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to flat-iron her curls into submission, but humidity had other plans. By the time she reached Jax's house, her h...
Maya hovered over the blender like it was a chemistry set, which in a way, it was. The health influencer she'd been binge-watching swore this papaya-spinach combo was a literal gam...
Marcus felt like a **zombie**—proper, brain-dead, dragging-yourself-through-life zombie. Three straight nights of raiding until 3am will do that to you. But it was summer before so...
Maya's **palm**s were sweating again. That specific, betraying dampness that made gripping her **iPhone** feel like clutching a bar of soap. Three rows back in Honors Bio, Leo was ...