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The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the **pool**, a shimmering blue rectangle in the Johnsons' backyard. I clutched my towel like a shield, heart doing that thing where it ...
Maya's phone buzzed during third period. Another notification from the friend group chat. Another meme she didn't understand. Another inside joke she wasn't inside of. "Everything...
Maya smoothed her dress for the tenth time, her reflection in the gymnasium windows showing exactly what she feared: someone trying too hard. The Homecoming dance spun around her i...
Maya's cat Luna gave her that judgy look again as she applied too much eyeliner. 'You're trying too hard,' Luna seemed to say, which was rich coming from a cat who spent 90% of her...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own, and today it was definitely not cooperating with her life plans. She stood in front of the mirror, her curls springing in every direction except ...
Maya's summer job at the electronics recycling center was supposed to be easy money, but she hadn't counted on becoming the designated cable untangler. Every day, she spent hours w...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield of social explosions. The cafeteria alone was a terrifying landscape of designated tables, invisible borde...
Marcus stared at his cracked iPhone screen, thumb hovering over the send button. The screenshot from Maya's story was still there — Bear, his best friend since seventh grade, talki...
Freshman year felt like climbing a social pyramid I wasn't even supposed to be on. There I was, stuck at padel practice with a bunch of juniors who'd been playing together since mi...
Maya's worst nightmare had green teeth. Specifically, spinach stuck in her braces during lunch period while Tyler Chen watched. She'd spent all freshman year perfecting the art of...
I dragged my feet to the padel court like a literal zombie. Four hours of school, two hours of homework, zero hours of sleep. The Florida humidity was already sticking my neon oran...
The humidity clung to everything like a second skin. I stood at the edge of the pool, my cheap flip-flops sinking into the damp concrete, heart hammering against my ribs like a bas...