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Maya was running on pure adrenaline and three Mountain Dews. The house party raged behind her, bass thumping against her ribs, but none of that mattered. Not after what she'd just ...
Maya's curls were doing that thing again — the thing where they decided to rebel against physics and social norms simultaneously. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the diffuser, ...
Maya's mom called it 'presentable.' But the ceramic straightening iron burned at 450 degrees every morning, and Maya's scalp still remembered the heat. At school, everyone assumed ...
Maya's palms were sweating against the cold metal of the bleachers. Behind her phone screen, Jake's last message glowed: "u coming 2 the game?" Her thumb hovered, heart doing that ...
The chlorine smell hit me first—that sharp, chemical scent that screams summer's almost over. I found Marco slumped in a plastic chair by the apartment complex pool, looking like s...
The cable had been fraying for weeks, a dangling threat above my desk like the sword of Damocles if Damocles had been a sixteen-year-old with a chemistry test and zero social life....
Maya's palms were sweating as she stood by the gate, the bass from the pool party thumping like a second heartbeat. Freshman year. Her first real party. She'd spent forty minutes o...
Maya moved through the hallways like a zombie, hoodie pulled up, coffee in hand, three hours of sleep fueling her zombie walk. Junior year was eating her brain cells, one AP Bio le...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I popped up from the **water**, wiping my face. Saturday at Jessica's pool party—literally the most important social event of freshman summer. And I w...
The neon orange ball sailed over the mesh fence for the third time that morning. Maya groaned, wiping sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand. "You're gripping it too ti...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even saw the water. Another summer as a pool monitor at the Pinecrest Community Center. At least she'd requested the late shift—fewer kids, m...
The summer before freshman year, I implemented Operation New Me. Step one: running. Every morning at 6 AM, I'd drag myself out of bed and hit the trail behind our subdivision, my s...