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Maya gripped her padel racket so hard her knuckles turned white. The orange sunset painted the court in gold and amber as she adjusted her ponytail for the third time. "You good, ...
Zara's life was an open book, except for the pages she'd torn out. Her friends thought she was an open book, but really she was more like a curated Instagram feed—all highlights, n...
Maya's palms were sweating literal rivers as she hovered outside Jordan's house, the bass from inside vibrating through the soles of her Converse. This was it—the party of the seme...
Maya's first high school house party felt like walking into a zombie apocalypse. Every senior moved with that practiced cool, while freshmen like her stumbled through rooms like th...
I felt like a literal zombie all summer. Between the breakup texts haunting my every waking moment and the existential dread of junior year looming, I was basically the walking dea...
My hair looked perfect for exactly twelve seconds before I walked into Tyler's basement. Then humidity happened, and suddenly I had the kind of frizz that says, "Yes, I'm trying to...
Maya's been running from things since seventh grade. Running from the moment she threw up on the band trip, running from Jason Anderson's rejection in eighth grade, and now running...
The pool shimmered like liquid blue Jell-O under the July sun, and Maya hovered at the edge, clutching her towel like a security blanket. This was supposed to be the party of the s...
Maya's hands shook as she texted back: "pool party at Jake's, 7pm, bring ur suit 💦" Outside her window, July heat shimmered over the subdivision. The problem wasn't the swimming. ...
The air smelled like cut grass and sunscreen. Jake stood at the edge of the padel court, sweat already prickling on his forehead. His new friend Marcus — this outgoing, confident k...
The secondhand dad hat sat pulled low over Maya's eyes, a constant shield against the fluorescent-lit zombie state that was junior year. 3:45 PM and she felt like she'd been walkin...
Kai's goldfish, Finneas McGold, stared at him from his bowl with what Kai swore was judgment. Those unblinking eyes had witnessed everything — the failed haircut, the disastrous at...