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The red Solo cup pyramid towered over Maya's kitchen counter—four levels of wobbly plastic architecture that represented everything wrong with junior year social climbing. Someone ...
Maya gripped her iphone until her knuckles turned white. The Taylor's party raged behind her—music thumping, laughter echoing, the perfect Instagram moment waiting to happen. But s...
The invitation to Brianna's pool party had been sitting on my phone for three days, and each time I looked at it, I felt like I was decoding a foreign language. Brianna sat at the ...
The padel court looked like a foreign country, and I didn't have a passport. "You coming, Maya?" Jake called from across the net. His hair was perfect. Obviously. I adjusted my b...
The pool lights turned everything underwater blue and electric. I was swimming laps at midnight because insomnia was better than scrolling through Instagram and seeing everyone at ...
The carnival air smelled like popcorn and desperation, which was basically how sixteen felt most of the time. I stood there holding a plastic bag with my three-dollar goldfish—name...
I'm basically invisible at Franklin High, floating somewhere near the bottom of the social pyramid alongside the AV club kids and that guy who wears a fedora. But that all changed ...
Leo sat on the edge of the bathtub, bathroom door locked, phone propped against the sink. The WiFi signal was weak here—he had to position his phone just right, where the coaxial c...
I felt like a zombie after sixth period AP Euro, brain leaking out my ears as Mr. Harrison droned on about the Treaty of Versailles. The hallway was a sea of walking dead, everyone...
Maya tugged at the sleeves of her orange hoodie, a nervous habit she couldn't break. The bonfire party at Leo's house was exactly the kind of thing she usually avoided — too many p...
Maya felt like a **zombie** walking into Jackson's pool party. She'd spent three hours straightening her hair and another forty minutes drafting the perfect casual text back—litera...
The bass from downstairs vibrated through the floor tiles, making my teeth rattle. I'd been hiding in Maya's bathroom for twenty minutes, clutching my iPhone like it was a lifeline...