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Maya clutched the neon beanie like it was her only lifeline. First house party. First time trying to fit in with the popular crowd. Her best friend since elementary school, Chloe, ...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping— as she clutched her iPhone outside Jordan's house. Her first real high school party. The kind everyone Instagram stories about t...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time, but she didn't even glance at it. Coach Miller's voice droned on about 'digging deep' and 'leaving everything on the field,' but honestly? ...
Maya's phone was at 4% when she realized she'd forgotten her charging cable at home. Again. Typical. She stood outside the community rec center, hands sweating, clutching her beat-...
Maya tugged at the straps of her neon orange bikini, feeling like a traffic cone at a pool party where everyone else seemed to have gotten the memo about wearing muted tones. The J...
Maya pressed her palm against the bathroom stall door, heart hammering like she'd just chugged three energy drinks. Through the crack, she could see Chloe—the girl who basically ra...
Maya's iphone buzzed against her nightstand at 11:47 PM, that familiar jingle that meant someone was talking about her in the group chat. Again. She'd been at Northwood High for t...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light washing over her face in the dim locker room. Outside, the graduation pool party raged — the last bash before everyone ...
Maya dragged herself through third period in full zombie mode. Three hours of Fortnite the night before — terrible decision, honestly, but Kai had been blowing up her Discord askin...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, applying lip gloss with trembling hands. Tonight was homecoming, her first high school dance, and her stomach was doing somersaults. Beh...
I'd been wearing that beat-up **baseball** cap since sixth grade, brim pulled low like it could actually hide the panic attacks that hit me before every algebra test. My mom called...
Maya sat three rows up from the dugout, pretending to care about the baseball game while actually caring about Nick's arms when he pitched. She'd been crushing on him since algebra...