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Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen, captioning the fourth photo of her friends by the pool. "Summer finals," she typed, adding the sparkly emoji because apparently everyt...
Maya's hair had other plans that morning. After two hours with the flat iron, the humidity had turned her sleek blowout into something resembling a poodle that had just encountered...
The pool shimmered like liquid anxiety, reflecting every insecurity I'd ever had. Maya's birthday party. The guest list had basically everyone who mattered, which apparently includ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The backyard buzzed with laughter and splashing, but she felt like she was underwater already—drownin...
Maya's bedroom was her sanctuary, especially with Boots—the massive orange goldfish who'd witnessed everything from her first braces disaster to last night's panic attack about Tyl...
The locker room smelled like AXE body spray and desperation. I was late to third period when I heard Miller and his crew laughing. "Bro, she actually thought you liked her? That's...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. "You got this, bestie," Chloe whispered, squeezing her shoulder. "Remember what we practiced." Maya nodded, but her stomach was doing somersau...
My first day at Vitality Juice Bar should've been simple. Just smile, blend, and hand over overpriced health drinks to people who probably already ate kale for breakfast. But when ...
I felt like a **zombie**. Not the cool, apocalypse-fighting kind. The high-school-student-who'd-just-been-ghosted kind. Three days after Maya stopped replying to my texts, I was st...
Maya hadn't meant to become the person who basically **spied** on her ex-best friend's life through Instagram stories at 2 AM. But here she was, three months after the fallout, wat...
The orange crush tasted like artificial courage — sweet, citrusy, and definitely worth risking my reputation for. I'd been running from the truth all summer: I didn't actually like...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway like a literal zombie, barely functioning after three hours of sleep. The purple circles under her eyes were basically their own ecosystem ...