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Maya stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the thrift-store beret she'd spent forty-five minutes positioning perfectly. It was giving main character energy, or at least that's wh...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, heart doing that stupid flutter it always did when *his* name popped up. The iPhone 14 she'd worked all spring at Smoothie King to afford glow...
Maya's iphone buzzed with another Instagram notification—120 likes and counting on the photo of her aesthetically arranged açai bowl. She groaned and flipped it face-down on her ki...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She leaned against the bleachers, clutching her phone like a lifeline, watching Zach—the cute sopho...
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...