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The neon orange glow from the padel court reflected in Maya's phone screen as she crouched behind the equipment shed. She felt ridiculous, honestly—like some low-budget spy in a tw...
The chlorinated water stung my eyes as I surfaced, gasping. Another failed attempt at swimming the full length of the pool. Coach Miller's voice echoed off the tiled walls, but I c...
The backyard pool glowed with underwater LED lights—Maya's parents had gone full out for her sweet sixteen. Half our sophomore class bobbed in the water, phones waterproofed in pla...
I spent freshman year at the bottom of the social pyramid, invisible as dust. Then sophomore year brought my mom's latest health kick: a case of papayas she swore would change my l...
The chlorine stung my nose as I sat poolside, watching everyone else living their best lives. Summer before sophomore year and I was already failing at having fun. "Yo Marcus, you...
Maya's cowboy hat was her armor. Sixth period lunch, sophomore year, and she'd decided if she was gonna be the weird quiet kid, she'd at least be the weird quiet kid with a commitm...
Maya's **baseball** cap sat pulled low over her eyes, a shield against the world. She wasn't hiding—okay, maybe she was hiding. Freshman year had been a disaster, and summer before...
Maya flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling where a tangle of ethernet cables snaked like plastic vines. Three weeks since Kai moved across the country, and their daily FaceT...
Maya's mom had officially lost it. The kitchen counter had transformed into a shrine to wellness culture—rows of amber bottles containing every **vitamin** known to science, promis...
Maya's hair had always been her enemy. Wild, frizzy, impossible to tame—just like her reputation at Northwood High. The bull in question, Tyler, had made it his mission to remind e...
Maya's hair was NOT cooperating. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to achieve the effortless waves that looked so good on TikTok, but instead she ended up with something closer...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, dramatic kind from TV, but the actual brain-dead variety that survives on three hours of sleep and sheer anxiety. She'd been staring at her p...