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Maya dragged herself through the school hallway like a zombie—three hours of sleep will do that to you. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, matching the static in her brain. Sl...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The senior party. Every cool person from Oak Ridge High was here, and she was just a sophomore wh...
I was literally running away from Kai Hamilton's pool party before I even got through the front door. Social anxiety, 1. Maya's dignity, 0. But then I heard it—a yelp from behind ...
The humidity hit me like a wall as I stepped onto the outdoor court. Florida summer at its finest. "You ready to get destroyed, newbie?" Marcus called out, grinning with that anno...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his sweaty hands. The entire junior class was watching—well, the important parts of it anyway. Chloe was in the bleachers, prob...
Maya stared at her iphone, thumb hovering over the notification. Your friend Tylers sent you a snap! But Tyler wasn't really her friend—not anymore. Not since the incident last Fri...
The country club's social pyramid was as rigid as the geometry suggested. At the top: Lacey and her squad, wearing matching pastel skirts and perfect ponytails. In the middle: kids...
The car's ancient air conditioning coughed and died somewhere around the third block, leaving us to roast in silence. My palms were already sweating against the steering wheel—okay...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she might actually slide right out of her grip on the red solo cup. The beach party was legit—like, actually legit, not just Trevor saying everyth...
Chloe's worst nightmare had arrived: swimming unit in PE. She'd spent the entire morning strategically applying her acne-fighting vitamin serum, praying her skin would behave, but ...
Maya's old TV had been dead for three weeks, a relic from before her parents split, but the coaxial cable still snaked across her bedroom floor like a black garden hose she kept tr...
Maya dragged herself to the community pool at 6 AM, feeling like a zombie after three weeks of summer band camp. Her swim team coach, Coach Reeves, had them doing laps until their ...