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Maya's heart pounded as she stared at the puddle on the dock. Her iPhone. In the water. Gone, like, literally gone. "No no no NO," she whispered, her voice cracking. This wasn't j...
Maya's new haircut felt like a betrayal. She'd chopped it all off—chin-length, pixie-ish, the kind of bold move that said something about who she was becoming. Or at least who she ...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my phone. Across the pool, Jake was laughing at something Taylor said, tilting his head back like he was in a toothpaste commercia...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her plastic cup like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to earth. The Saturday night party was in full swing — literally. Peop...
Mateo's life was basically over before fourth period even started. It began with the hat. His grandmother's straw gardening hat — the one she'd worn in literally every photo since...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her shorts — again — and checked her iPhone for the third time in thirty seconds. No new messages. Of course....
Maya stared at the tryout sheet, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The social pyramid of Northwood High loomed before her — varsity cheer at the apex, then juni...
The second I walked into Jason's house party, I knew I'd messed up. Everyone was wearing orange hoodies and jeans, looking effortless. I was in yellow spandex with a papier-mâché s...
The **hat** was stupid, obviously. A neon orange bucket hat that screamed 'I'm trying too hard.' But Maya had spent twenty minutes positioning it perfectly to cover the pimple that...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over that one text she'd been drafting for twenty minutes. The pool party raged around her—splash fights, laughter, the ba...
My hair had been a carefully guarded secret since seventh grade. That's when the first comment happened—who knew "carrot top" could still sting in 2026? So I'd been dyeing it dark ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically irrigate a small garden. This was stupid. She was stupid. Why had she agreed to come to Tyler's pool party again? Oh right,...