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The pool deck radiated heat, but I couldn't feel it. My palms were sweating so much I'd probably leave prints on everything I touched. "You coming in or what?" Jake called from t...
Maya's cat, Binx, head-butted her ankle at 7:03 AM exactly—his personal protest against her first-day-of-high-school outfit. She'd agonized over it for forty minutes the night befo...
Maya's hair was already frizzing at the temples, and she hadn't even stepped outside yet. The humidity was doing her absolutely no favors, and neither was the fact that Jordan was ...
Maya pushed the spinach around her tray with plastic fork apathy. Cafeteria surveillance was a full-time job at Crestview High, and today's target was Jessica—perfect, effortless, ...
Maya adjusted the brim of her vintage fedora, the hat her grandma found at a thrift store. It was her armor, her way of saying "I'm different" without actually having to speak. Whi...
I was basically a zombie, operating on three hours of sleep and pure anxiety. My goldfish, Finbar, was doing this weird floating thing—alternating between the top and bottom of his...
Maya's **goldfish** was the only thing that didn't expect anything from her. Not like her parents, who'd turned her bedroom into a shrine to academic achievement. Not like Coach Ma...
Maya pulled her baseball cap lower, the brim shielding her face like armor. The pool party raged around her—splash fights, laughter, and the bass of a playlist that seemed designed...
Maya clutched her orange beanie like a lifeline, fingers tangling in the yarn. She'd spent forty-five minutes deciding whether to wear it—half an hour internally debating if she wa...
Marcus stood before the gaggle of campers, his hands trembling around the alien fruit. The papaya sat there like an orange-beached whale, its skin mottled and mysterious, daring hi...
Maya's summer took a turn when her parents enrolled her in padel lessons at the country club. She stood court-side, neon racquet in hand, heart hammering like she'd been caught red...
Sixteen-year-old Leo felt like a total spy, lurking behind the bleachers at the community center, watching the popular kids dominate the padel court. His oversized fedora—okay, fin...