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Maya felt like a actual zombie. Four hours of scrolling TikTok on her iPhone until 3 AM will do that to you. Now here she was at Tyler's pool party, brain foggy, social battery at ...
Leo's notification blinked. Heart rate update from his Apple Watch. "Stress elevated: equivalent to public speaking.\n\n"Great," he muttered, shoving his phone deeper into his pock...
The heat wave hit LA like everyone's worst breakup — sudden, sweaty, and impossible to ignore. I was seventeen, freshly dumped, and hiding out at my aunt's country club where the a...
Maya's first day as a junior lifeguard started with a spinach incident. She'd spent forty minutes on her hair, only to discover a massive green leaf wedged between her front teeth ...
Maya stared at her reflection, the orange dye already staining her shower floor. Ten minutes ago, her best friend Sophie had texted I can't hang out tonight and she'd done this. Im...
Maya's fifteenth birthday wasn't supposed to involve a stolen papaya, her neighbor's escaped dog, or the terrifying moment she realized her parents' marriage was ending. But that's...
The orange one-piece swimsuit hung from my hook like a neon sign screaming 'I don't belong here.' Maya's pool party. The invite said 'bring your swimsuit!' but failed to mention ev...
Maya watched the lunchroom like it was a foreign country she'd accidentally tourist-ed into. At the top of the social pyramid sat the seniors, glowing with that effortless confiden...
The humidity hit me like a wall as I stepped through the sliding glass door. Jessica's house smelled like coconut sunscreen and chlorine. Three years of swim team had made me forge...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, doom-scrolling through the pool party invite list like it was a ancient prophecy of her social doom. The Hendersons' annual summer ba...
I sat in the corner of the cafeteria, desperately trying to disappear. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like an angry hornet, and I could feel the spinach from my lunch wedge...
Maya's sneakers hit the pavement at 3:17 AM, rhythm slacking like her heart rate. Running used to be track practice, MVP dreams, college recruitment talks with Coach Miller. Now it...