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Maya's hair had been a disaster zone since the incident. The box dye promised "sunset copper" but delivered something closer to radioactive traffic cone. Hence the hat. A oversized...
Maya smoothed down her vintage bucket hat for the tenth time, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. First proper hangout with Tyler's crew—no big deal, just the entire f...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket — another Snapchat from the group chat blowing up about Tyler's party tonight. She stared at her cracked iPhone screen, thumb hovering over the ke...
Maya dragged herself through the front door, feeling like a total zombie after finals week. Her brain was mush, her eyelids weighed ten pounds each, and the only thing keeping her ...
The cable stretched across Mason's backyard like a metallic promise, gleaming in the July heat. We'd spent three weeks building that zip line, me and my best friend since fourth gr...
Marcus gripped his iPhone until his knuckles turned white, watching another notification slide across the screen. Everyone from the team was posting stories from Jake's party—the o...
The summer before sophomore year, Marcus convinced me to join his 'business venture.' It was definitely a pyramid scheme, obviously, but I was desperate for cash to fund my sneaker...
Maya smoothed her vintage orange sundress and checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror one last time. The bathroom window framed a sunset painting the sky in sherbet shades—he...
Maya pressed her back against the utility shed, feeling like the world's worst undercover operative. She wasn't exactly a spy, but watching Liam from behind the party supplies at J...
The pyramid scheme started in third period, just like everything else at Northwood High—quietly, then all at once. Chloe, queen of the social pyramid, leaned across her desk and wh...
The pool at Jordan's house shimmered like liquid diamonds, but I was too busy hyperventilating to notice. My first pool party since moving to this upscale suburb, and I was already...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her sneakers slapping the rubber in a rhythm that matched her frantically racing heart. This was it—the regional qualifiers, and she wa...