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Maya smoothed down her frizzy hair for the tenth time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The quinceañera was in full swing downstairs, and she was hiding. "Maya! You...
Maya's cat hoodie was practically part of her identity at this point—oversized, black, with little ears on the hood that she'd obsessively smoothed down every five seconds since st...
Maya's vintage **fox**-trucker **hat** sat low on her forehead, her personal force field against Jordan's graduation party. The moment she stepped onto the patio, the bass thrummin...
I'd been running on zombie mode for three days straight — finals week will do that to you. My eyes burned, my brain felt like it had been put through a blender, and my social batte...
The goldfish had been staring at me for three days straight. I'd won it at the carnival trying to impress Chloe, who was definitely not impressed by my ability to toss a ping-pong...
Maya pressed her back against the basement wall, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Jake was within a twenty-foot radius. She was basically a professional sp...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping her racquet like it might bite. The blue surface stretched out before her, pristine and intimidating, while behind the fence, th...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High was crystal clear, even before Maya's legendary pool party. You had the cheerleaders at the top, then the soccer kids, then the rest of us just t...
Maya's phone buzzed with a notification that made her stomach drop. Her crush, Leo, had posted on his story: "Smoothie run after practice. Who's in? 🧃" She'd been waiting for this...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like it was a life raft. Jordan's house was packed — basically half the sophomore class, all in various states of swim...
The lake house was supposed to be the best weekend ever. Just me, Maya, and absolutely zero parental supervision. Instead, I was floating in the middle of the lake at midnight, clu...
My palms were literally dripping onto my keyboard. Gross, I know, but that's what happens when your crush—okay, your entire friend group—is blowing up your group chat and you're sp...