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Maya's cat Luna circled her ankles as she stared at her phone, thumb hovering over Jake's profile. The party had already started without her. "You going?" Luna meowed, jumping ont...
Maya's summer was supposed to be about becoming someone new. Instead she was stuck at her cousin's pool party, hiding behind a pyramid of red solo cups, hyper-aware that her crush ...
The goldfish had been dead for three days before Maya noticed. That's kind of how her junior year was going—everything important happening while she walked through life like a zomb...
Marcus stood outside the house, hand gripping the brim of his dad's old baseball hat like it was a life preserver. The cap was beat-up — faded blue with a weird stain on the side —...
Maya's palms were literally sweating. Like, actual droplets. First date jitters were real, but this was next level. "You ready for this?" Chloe asked, spraying an excessive amount...
Maya stared at the school lunchroom like it was a minefield, which, honestly, it basically was. The social hierarchy at Northwood High worked like a pyramid—popular kids at the top...
Maya's thumbs moved on autopilot, doomscrolling through the party invite list on her iPhone. Her stomach did that familiar twist — the one that felt like she'd swallowed a handful ...
Zara's vintage cable-knit sweater was supposed to be her armor—thick enough to hide the shaking, soft enough to feel like a hug when nobody else noticed she was falling apart. But ...
The summer before freshman year, I discovered two things: Kool-Aid dye jobs turn your hair the color of toxic sludge, and my mom's idea of "supportive" involves buying me multivita...
Maya stood by the snack table at Jake's house party, nursing a lukewarm soda while her best friend Chloe disappeared into the crowd. Again. The bass thumped through the floorboards...
The goldfish pond near clubhouse entrance had become my safe space. Eleven days since we moved to this town, and I'd spent approximately half of them watching those orange fish swi...
Maya's phone had died. Again. That's what happened when you forgot your charger cable at home and your battery percentage was somehow still lying to you at 15%. "You could actuall...