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Maya's hands trembled as she stared into the bathroom mirror, applying yet another layer of lip gloss. The reflection showed exactly what every fourteen-year-old fears: someone try...
The pool lights glimmered blue and green beneath the water's surface, making everything look like an undersea disco. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her towel like a lifeline, wh...
The papaya sat on the snack table like an exotic alien artifact—bright orange, alien-seeded, completely out of place among the chips and salsa. I'm fifteen, I've never tasted papay...
Maya stared at her phone screen in the dark of her bedroom, the blue light illuminating her face as she scrolled throughyet another Instagram profile. She'd become a professional a...
Maya's fingers gripped the chain-link fence until her knuckles turned white. The buzzcut she'd gotten on impulse yesterday suddenly felt like a neon sign announcing I'M DIFFERENT. ...
Maya felt like a zombie. Three hours of doom-scrolling her iPhone had turned her brain to mush, her thumb moving on autopilot through posts of people living their best lives while ...
The pool party was supposed to be Lucas's chance to finally make his move on Maya, but instead he was hiding behind the snack table, nursing a flat soda and questioning every life ...
Maya's summer job at the pool snack stand was supposed to be chill—just slinging soft pretzels and vibe-checking until September. But then came The Hair Incident. Her supposed styl...
The baseball hat sat pulled low over my eyes — my invisibility cloak, my social armor. Parties weren't really my thing, but here I was, freshman year, trying desperately to not loo...
The orange paddle bit into my palm as I sliced at the padel ball, missing completely. It sailed past me, landing in the chain-link fence like a dead bird. "Bro, you're gripping it...
Maya's dad had been drilling her on baseball since she could walk, but tonight she'd rather be anywhere but the batter's box. Especially not in the middle of the championship game ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his iPhone like it was a lifeline. The screen showed Jenna's text from five minutes ago: *are you coming??* "Bro, you good?" Ty cal...