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Maya clutching her solo cup of orange soda like it was a lifeline, which honestly, it kinda was. The Halloway's annual pool party was THE social event of summer, and she'd spent th...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim. Three hundred and forty-two people were watching her livestream. Three hundred a...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, electric blue hair dye dripping down her forehead like radioactive sludge. The box promised "vibrant ocean waves" but honestly? It looked more l...
The blue glow of the **pool** lights rippled across the backyard, casting weird underwater shadows on everyone's faces. Maya stood frozen at the edge, clutching her towel like a li...
Maya's sleek black hair was frizzing at the temples, the humidity absolutely murdering the blowout she'd spent forty minutes perfecting. She tugged at her cami, feeling like she wa...
Maya dragged herself into third period, running on two hours of sleep and an iced coffee that was basically dessert at this point. Zombie mode activated. Junior year was absolutely...
Maya's thumbs were basically separate entities from her body by now, hovering over her iPhone screen like she was defusing a bomb instead of doomscrolling through TikTok at 2 AM. T...
Maya's hands shook as she stood outside the community center, the bass from the homecoming thumping against her chest. Her mom's words echoed in her head: "You'll have fun! Just be...
The orange iPhone case was supposed to be my personality upgrade. Summer before sophomore year, I'd decided: quiet, invisible Leo was getting a reboot. Bold. Confident. The kind of...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. The water glittered with that perfect suburban-blue sheen, but her stomach was doing full-on gymnast...
Maya floated on her back in the community pool, chlorine stinging her eyes in that familiar way she secretly loved. It was 2 AM and she was technically trespassing, but that was ki...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My hair, normally a boring shade of mouse brown that blended into classroom walls, now screamed NEON BLUE. Not cool-blue. Not ocean-blue. The...