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Lila's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—while she gripped her phone, scrolling through TikToks she wasn't even seeing. The pool party raged around her, bodies splashing ...
Maya gripped her iPhone until her knuckles turned white, refreshing the group chat that hadn't had a new message in seventeen minutes. The #PoolParty2k26 chat was blowing up with e...
The water in Miller's pool shimmered like spilled gasoline, all rainbow ripples and chemical perfection. I adjusted my sunglasses—necessary camouflage for Operation Get The Scoop. ...
The fluorescent bathroom lighting made the orange dye job look even more catastrophic than I'd feared. Mom was going to lose it, but that was kind of the point. "You look like a t...
Maya's iPhone was her third hand, her diary, her entire social life. So when it slipped from her grip during lunch and landed face-down in Mr. Harrison's pond during the sophomore ...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Country Club Summer Camp, where my mom had spent half her savings to send me for "experiences." Whatever that meant. "You co...
Maya's hands shook as she mixed the hair dye. Bright freaking orange. Because apparently, that's what passes for self-expression when you're sixteen and tired of being the quiet gi...
The cafeteria smelled like disappointment and reheated pizza. I stared at my tray—salad with spinach that looked like it had seen better days, a vitamin C supplement my mom insiste...
Maya's curls were already frizzing in the humidity, and she hadn't even made it to the pool deck yet. Three hours she'd spent on her hair. THREE. And now, looking at the perfectly ...
Maya's iPhone died at 8:47 PM. Exactly forty-three minutes after she arrived at Jessica's house party, and three minutes before Jake—the Jake who'd sat behind her in bio since Sept...
Maya's hair was supposed to be subtle highlights. "Just a touch of caramel," the stylist promised. Instead, Maya left the salon looking like a highlighter exploded on her head. "I...
Marcus stood at the edge of the cafeteria, clutching his mom's old iPhone like a lifeline. The screen was cracked, the battery drained to 12%, but it was his only defense against t...