The Summer of Unlikely Things
Maya clutched her iPhone like it was a lifeline, scrolling through Instagram while pretending to watch the baseball game. The summer league championship was supposed to be the soci...
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Maya clutched her iPhone like it was a lifeline, scrolling through Instagram while pretending to watch the baseball game. The summer league championship was supposed to be the soci...
I stood in front of the rigged carnival game, clutching my last three dollars like they were a lifeline. Behind me, Jake and Chloe were already cracking up, probably placing bets o...
I felt like a spy at my own lunch table, quietly cataloging who laughed at whose jokes. Maya whispered about Jake's party Friday—swimming at his indoor pool, parents conveniently o...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in her frizzy hair. The Homecoming dance was in three hours, and her curls were staging a full-blown rebellion against her curling ir...
The pool shimmered like liquid turquoise under the mid-July sun, but Maya stood at the edge, toes curled against the warm concrete. Her swimsuit — a bright orange number she'd boug...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, carefully applying lip gloss while her crush Jake's voice echoed in her head. Freshman year was supposed to be her glow-up era...
My hair turned bright orange. A disaster of epic proportions. Exactly two days before Tyler's massive end-of-summer pool party, because obviously the universe has a personal vendet...
Maya's lunch sat untouched—slices of bright papaya glistening like some exotic alien artifact against the sea of cafeteria sandwiches and chips. At table four, Chloe's posse was in...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was honestly embarrassing because she was literally standing at the edge of a pool. The humid California air pressed against her skin as she gripp...
My iphone buzzed against my nightstand at 2 AM, glowing like a tiny panic button. I'd been "spying" on Chloe's Instagram for three hours straight, scrolling through photos of her a...
Maya dragged herself through the school hallway feeling like a literal zombie. Four hours of raid practice until 2 AM will do that to you. Her best friend Jax caught up to her at t...
The lightning flash of my phone screen lit up the bathroom stall. Another notification. Another like. Ugh. Maya's pool party raged outside—music thumping, people cannonballing int...