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Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her orange soda like it was a lifeline. The backyard was packed with juniors from North High, all splashing and laughing like th...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a complex ecosystem, and Maya? She was barely surviving. She sat at her usual corner table, picking at the edges of a sad sandwich, wa...
Maya stood by the **water**, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The graduation pool party. Everyone was here. Everyone except her, apparently. "Yo, you gonna actually get...
Maya's frizzy hair betrayed her again—standing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket right before summer swim team tryouts. Her mom's solution: papaya hair masks. ...
Maya ran her fingers through her newly chopped hair, feeling the jagged ends where the bathroom scissors had betrayed her. The pixie cut she'd imagined had turned into a disaster t...
Maya's Wellness Era was not going according to plan. "It's loaded with vitamin C, honey," her mom had said that morning, pressing the strange orange fruit into her hands. Now the ...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Jenna's annual pool party. The social event of the summer that I'd been overthinking for three weeks straight. "You okay?" M...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his orange backpack like it was a lifeline. The summer humidity stuck his grey t-shirt to his back as he watched the varsity basebal...
The cat had been staring at me from the neighbors' fence for like twenty minutes. Judging me. Probably because I was wearing swim trunks that were two sizes too small—thanks, Mom, ...
Maya's hands shook as she reached for the scissors. Three inches of curled, perfect, parental-approved hair fell into the sink. She'd been planning this moment for weeks—chopping o...
My dad says cross country builds character, but mostly it builds blisters and the overwhelming urge to hurl. I'm dead last at every meet, running through suburban neighborhoods tha...
Maya's **goldfish** memory used to be a joke between her and Kai, but after the incident at the pool, nothing felt funny anymore. She kept replaying that Friday in her head—the **o...