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Maya floated on her back in the pool, staring up at the palm trees swaying against the California sky. She felt like a total zombie—finals week had literally drained her soul. Arou...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light washing over her face at 2 AM. Another scroll through perfectly curated feeds, each picture a masterclass in angles an...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizz halo that made her look like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, but ...
The party was already mid-swing when Maya arrived, chlorine-heavy air hitting her like a wall. She clutched her phone like a lifeline, thumbing through texts she'd already memorize...
Lena's plan was absolutely pathetic in the most gloriously desperate way. She'd never swum competitively in her life—unless you counted that one time in seventh grade when she near...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket like an angry hornet, but she ignored it. Tonight was about breaking patterns, not refreshing Instagram every thirty seconds like her life depend...
Freshman year at Northwood High felt like trying to decode a social pyramid I wasn't sure I wanted to climb. The popular kids occupied the top, the athletes held court just below t...
Maya stared at her reflection, hands shaking. The purple dye job was supposed to be subtle highlights, not a hair disaster that screamed "I'm trying too hard." Three hours before t...
Maya's phone died at 8:47 PM—exactly thirty-seven minutes before Jordan was supposed to reply to her text. The one she'd spent forty-five minutes crafting, backspacing, rewriting, ...
My hat was basically my security blanket. A backwards black snapback that I refused to take off even indoors, because without it, I felt exposed. Like, actually vulnerable. Which w...
Maya's stomach did that thing where it felt like a swarm of actual bees had taken residence inside her digestive system. The padel court stretched before her—a cage of glass walls ...
Maya stood by the community pool in her way-too-bright orange lifeguard tee, feeling like a human traffic cone. This was supposed to be the summer where everything changed — where ...