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Maya's dad called it her zombie state—the way she shuffled through high school with headphones on, barely present. Today was worse. She'd spilled orange soda on her favorite white ...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Sarah's end-of-school bash was already popping—music thumping, people already doing canno...
The sun beat down on the padel court at Jordan's house, turning the air thick and heavy. I stood against the fence, clutching a warm bottle of water like it was my only lifeline. E...
Maya's frizzy hair was already rebelling against the lakeside humidity, and summer camp had barely started. She tugged her baseball cap lower, desperate to hide the catastrophe hap...
Marcus and I had been best friends since we were six, but lately something felt off. We'd been playing baseball together forever — me at shortstop, him crushing it in center field....
The social pyramid at Northwood High was brutal. Freshmans like me were basically the serfs, existing only to carry backpacks and suffer through awkward lunch periods. I'd learned ...
Marcus's phone buzzed on his nightstand at 2 AM. His best friend since kindergarten, the guy he'd shared every secret with since third grade, was finally replying. Bro. U awake? W...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even stepped through the YMCA doors. Friday night swim practice. Again. She adjusted her goggles, trying to disappear into the crowd of high ...
The plastic bag sloshed against my leg as I power-walked away from the scene of my social demise. Behind me, the carnival booth where I'd spent three weeks' worth of allowance on a...
The pool chlorine burned my nose as I stared at the heat sheet. My name, Maya Chen, sat in lane four right next to hers—Brianna, the girl who'd somehow monopolized the swim team's ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. The curls sprang in every direction except the right one, defying gravity, common decency, and the expensive mousse her sister swore by. She glare...
Marcus stood before the **pyramid** of red solo cups, hands sweating. Three hours until Jordan's house party—the party that would determine his entire social status for sophomore y...