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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The senior pyramid towered above her — literal human pyramid, six tiers deep, precariously ba...
I stared at my goldfish, Bubbles, who'd been living in his bowl longer than I'd been living in my own skin. Three years of high school and I was still that freshman who followed th...
The orange hair dye was supposed to be subtle highlights. Sun-kissed, natural, whatever that meant. Instead, Maya's hair looked like a traffic cone had exploded on her head. "It's...
The lightning crackled across the sky as I crouched behind the concession stand, clutching my phone like a lifeline. Okay, pause. I know how this looks. I'm not actually a spy—I'm ...
Maya's grandmother called it her sphinx face—that tight, closed-off expression she wore when she was guarding secrets. But really, Maya was just guarding her dignity. Standing in t...
Maya felt like a zombie—dead behind the eyes, moving through molasses, the kind of exhaustion that comes from five days of finals and exactly four hours of sleep total. The sun ref...
The **hat** was supposed to be my armor. A vintage cowboy hat I'd found at a thrift store, because apparently that's what you wear to a pool party when you're terrified of actually...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her oversized sun hat like a shield. The orange inflatable bear floated mockingly in the center of the water, exactly where Jake—the c...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her padel racquet like it might somehow make her invisible. The water shimmered with that perfect early-summer blue, the kin...
I stood by the snack table like a total loser, nursing my warm orange soda while everyone else pretended to be having the time of their lives. Jordan's house party was supposed to ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in hair the color of a traffic cone. The box had promised "sunset orange," but this was more "construction zone vibes." Her parents w...
I was operating on pure caffeine and zero sleep—basically a zombie shuffling through third period. Finals week at Northwood High turns everyone into the walking dead, but I'd staye...