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Maya's neon orange hair dye had seemed like a genius idea at 2 AM, but standing at the edge of the pool party, she felt like a walking traffic cone. The new girl, Sierra—everyone c...
Maya's first day at Northwood High started with a catastrophe in the cafeteria. She'd been chewing nervously on the spinach wrap her mom packed—because obviously, no one actually e...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The iphone case was slippery with condensation from her soda can. Across the water, she saw him—Jayden, lau...
Maya stood on the bleachers, squeezed between half the sophomore class, everyone moving like a horde of zombies after three days of finals week. The football stadium lights hummed ...
The Sphinx lounged on the diving board like she owned the entire YMCA. Maya Chen—senior, varsity captain, and human enigma. The pool party of the century was in full swing, and I w...
Maya's first day at Northwood High and she was already regretting letting Emma talk her into joining the padel club. The uniform alone—polo shirt, skirt that was somehow too short ...
I felt like a zombie walking into first period. Three hours of sleep, thanks to that AP History essay that refused to write itself. My orange Converse squeaked against the linoleum...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my moment. I'd been crushing on him since freshman year, and tonight, with senior year ending, I was finally gonna make my move. ...
Alex stared at the coaxial cable dangling from his wall like a dead snake. His mom had finally called the cable company after three months of him hinting that WiFi just wasn't cutt...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her grip on the padel racket. This was it — her first day at the country club, and somehow she'd gotten roped into playing with the pop...
The first rule of working at the Pinecrest Pool: don't make eye contact with the **bear**. That's what everyone called Tank - this massive, hirsute regular who showed up every aft...
The papaya sat on my kitchen counter like an alien artifact, its mottled yellow-orange skin mocking my existence. "Eat up, mijo," Mom chirped, in full wellness-warrior mode. "It's...