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Maya's sophomore year was shaping up to be a disaster. She'd already struck out with Tyler—literally—when she accidentally hit him in the face with a **baseball** during gym class....
Maya counted the gummy **vitamin** C bottles for the third time. Anything to avoid checking her phone. "You're ignoring me again," said Jordan, her former best **friend** turned s...
Maya's aunt called it 'ancestral intuition,' but Maya called it 'embarrassing summer job.' While her friends were at the mall or TikTok-ing their lives away, she was stuck at Aunt ...
Marcus's palm was sweating so bad he could practically fill a swimming pool with it. He stood at the edge of Elena's massive backyard, the California sun beating down on her actual...
Maya stood in the corner of Jenny's basement, her phone clutched like a lifeline. The charger cable dangling from the outlet behind her was the only thing tethering her to reality....
The pool party at Maya's house was supposed to be my social redemption arc. Freshman year, final weekend before school started — this was it. My chance to finally escape the backgr...
I walked into school like a zombie, my brain still fuzzy from scrolling TikTok until 2 AM. The hallway was a sea of低头族 - everyone shuffling along, faces illuminated by the glow of ...
The bleachers were packed. Like, actually packed. Maya's stomach did that thing where it felt like a hamster was trying to escape through her belly button. "You got this," said Li...
My phone buzzed in my pocket — another emergency text from Maya. "Status report? Is he talking to her yet?" I leaned against the kitchen wall, trying to look casual while secretly...
Maya's reflection showed a stranger staring back. Bright orange hair – the color of a traffic cone, or maybe a fox – frizzed around her face like she'd stuck her finger in an elect...
Maya pulled her bucket hat lower, Instagram-curated waves hidden underneath. Friday night at Tyler's pool party – sophomore year's first social battlefield – and she was already lo...
Maya's palm sweated against the plastic cup as she leaned against the snack bar, watching Jake across the pool party. He was wearing that faded baseball cap backwards – the one he ...