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Maya stood by the pool edge, thumb scrolling through her iPhone like her life depended on it. Another party, another FOMO-induced anxiety spiral. Everyone looked so perfect in thei...
Maya's first week at Pharaoh's Smoothie Bowl couldn't be going worse. Her friend Tisha hadn't texted back in three days — ever since Maya accidentally left her on read during their...
My best friend Sammy had genius ideas that usually ended with us in trouble. This time, though, his plan was actually brilliant: sneak onto old man Miller's property, hit baseballs...
The neon house lights flickered against Jamie's phone screen as she cycled through filters for the third time. Her bedroom mirror reflected someone who looked confident but felt li...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Kai's text from three days ago. *u up?* It sat there, delivered but unread, taunting her from the screen. The party ra...
The pool party at Tyler's house was exactly the kind of social disaster I'd been avoiding all summer. I stood by the snack table, nursing a lukewarm soda, feeling like a total zomb...
Maya's worst nightmare wasn't the deep end. It was the silence. The kind that happens when your iPhone takes an unexpected swimming lesson at Jake Anderson's pool party. She'd spen...
The hat was supposed to be my armor. A black fedora I'd swiped from my dad's closet because apparently that's what you wear to become someone else at Tyler's legendary house party....
Maya stared at her reflection, scissors hovering near her bangs. One tiny trim. That's all it would take to fix the uneven mess she'd created ten minutes ago. Her phone buzzed on ...
Jordan adjusted their goggles for the third time, heart doing that weird flutter thing that definitely wasn't from the pre-swim vitamin they'd choked down that morning. Mom insiste...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts, but it was useless — the moisture had already soaked through to her thighs. Outside Leo's house, the bass fro...
I felt like a **zombie** dragging myself through third period, eyelids heavy from studying until 2 AM for Mr. Henderson's chemistry final. The fluorescent lights buzzed like angry ...