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Maya's iPhone buzzed in her sweaty palm, third notification this minute. The Friday night lights glared from across the cafeteria, where the popular crowd—Jordan's crowd—was gather...
Leo stared at his reflection, scissors hovering over the mess of curls his mom called "adorable." At fourteen, adorable was the last thing he wanted to be. His phone buzzed. Messa...
Maya was running late. Again. The summer job at the Meadowlark Apartments pool was supposed to be chill—just some lifeguard light duty and occasional maintenance—but she'd already ...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. Jackson Harper's end-of-summer bash was in full swing—music bumping, people doing cannonballs...
I shouldn't have eaten that spinach wrap before tryouts. Seriously, who eats spinach before a big social event? Apparently me, because I'm a genius like that. Standing at the edge...
The sky outside the gym looked like bruised fruit, purple and angry across the horizon. Maya leaned against the bleachers, thumb fighting with her iPhone screen, refreshing Instagr...
Maya's graduation cap sat crooked on her head, the tassel swinging like a pendulum counting down her dignity. The class pool party raged around her—music thumping, kids shrieking, ...
The text from Maya lit up my iPhone like a tiny supernova: "金字塔 party @ Emma's. U coming?" I stared at the screen, thumbs hovering. Pyramid. Because Emma's Egyptian-themed birthda...
Maya's orange hoodie was basically a security blanket at this point. Third period lunch, the most socially hazardous time of day, and she was posted against the lockers like a frea...
Marcus's fitted baseball hat was pulled so low it practically touched his eyelashes. Classic avoidance maneuver. "You good, bro?" Ty asked, already knowing the answer. "Yeah. J...
Maya felt like a goldfish in a bowl—always watching, never really part of anything. She'd been the new girl at Northwood High for three months, and her social life was basically a ...
My fedora was basically a second skin by freshman year. Mom called it my security blanket. She wasn't wrong. "You're going to Sam's party, right?" Leo asked while we sat by the co...