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Pool parties at Tyler's house were legendary, but they were also social minefields. I stood by the edge of the water, nursing my anxiety like it was a warm soda, watching Jenna Rey...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, wondering if her new curly hair made her look like she'd been electrocuted or if it actually gave her that effortless vibe she'd been...
Maya's vitamin gummies tasted like artificial strawberry and desperation. "For growing girls," her mom said, sliding the bottle across the counter every morning like it was some ki...
Maya's legs burned as she sprinted down the hallway, late again because her cat Luna had decided her math homework was a personal pillow. Mr. Harrison was definitely going to kill ...
We hadn't been real friends in months. Just people who used to be close, now reduced to liking each other's Instagram posts from opposite ends of the cafeteria. "Your aura's clas...
Maya's older cousin Jasmine had it all figured out. The high school social hierarchy wasn't a ladder—it was a pyramid, and Jasmine was teaching her how to climb. "You don't just s...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another notification from her fake Instagram account. The one where she was 'spy_girl_99', stalking Jordan's every post like...
Maya pushed the spinach around her tray with plastic fork, watching it wilt under the fluorescent cafeteria lights. This was what being mature looked like, apparently — eating leav...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, his **baseball** uniform hanging loose on his lanky frame. Tryouts were in two hours, and his stomach churned like a washing machine g...
Maya's baseball cap sat backward on her head, shield‑ing her eyes from the brutal July sun. Everyone else on the team wore their hats forward, pulled low, radiating that effortless...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water-ski on them. The bathroom mirror reflected a disaster: her hair, once cascading in perfect waves, now defied gravity ...
Maya's hair wasn't supposed to turn orange. She'd picked "Chestnut Cascade" from the box, but somehow chemistry had other plans. Now she stood in her bathroom, staring at her refle...