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Maya'siphone lay face-down on the pool deck, its screen lighting up every thirty seconds with texts she refused to read. *He's blowing up your phone,* her brain supplied. *Again.* ...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when Jake's name popped up. "u down for padel later? my sister's canceling and w...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be lit. Instead, Maya stood by the snack table, clutching a warm orange soda like it was her only friend. Her neon one-piece felt wa...
Maya's fingers flew across her phone screen, her custom app glowing in the darkness of her bedroom. She called it "The Pyramid"—a digital mapping system tracking every friendship g...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the bottle of neon-orange gummies on the counter. His mom's latest wellness phase had him taking these ridiculous horse pil...
The lightning flashing outside the gym windows matched the electricity in my stomach. I'd done it — finally gone through with it. My hair, previously the same boring brown as liter...
Maya's hair had become a betrayal. When she'd chopped it off over the weekend, she'd expected liberation. Instead, she'd gotten panic attacks every time she caught her reflection—t...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with another Snapchat notification—her best friend since third grade, now posting aesthetic brunch pics without her. Again. The screen glowed with Chloe's ca...
Lena's palms sweated against the papaya she'd been clutching for twenty minutes. The fruit sat there like a neon alien in her hand, conspicuous and weird—exactly how she felt. "Yo...
Maya's lungs burned as she rounded the third corner of the cross-country course, her neon sneakers slapping against the dirt path. Running was supposed to be her escape from the du...
The neon orange fox hat sat on my desk like a radioactive animal. My mom bought it thinking it was quirky-cute, but at Westfield High, quirky-cute was social suicide. "You gonna w...
Marcus's dad wanted him to be the next baseball prodigy. Every weekend, they'd hit the cages, his dad going on about the travel team, the college scouts, the 'big future' waiting i...