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Maya's iphone buzzed on her nightstand at 11:47 PM — way past her self-imposed social media curfew. She groaned, reaching for it anyway. The group chat "Spanish Survival Squad" was...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket—her **iPhone** lit up with another Snapchat from the group chat she was definitely avoiding. The pool party was already in full swing, bodies spla...
Marcus felt like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind—the actual dead-on-his-feet kind, thanks to staying up until 3 AM finishing his AP History paper. Now he was running down Mapl...
The first time I saw Lucas, he was shirtless at the **padel** court, sweat dripping down his back like he'd just walked through a sprinkler system. I was supposed to be watching my...
Maya stood outside Jordan's house, heart pounding like she'd been **running** a marathon instead of just psyching herself up to walk through the front door. Her first real high sch...
My hair was perfect. Or at least, it had been perfect before I jumped into the pool. "Dude, you coming?" Tyler yelled from the deep end, splashing water everywhere like an overexc...
The spinach incident started it all—that's what Maya called it, though honestly it was more of a catastrophe than an incident. Lunch period. Fourth table from the back, where the ...
The pool lights cast these weird underwater shadows that made everything look like we were swimming in an orange dream. I stood at the edge of the deep end, clutching my towel like...
Maya stared at the social pyramid that was Franklin High's cafeteria like it was a hostile alien landscape. Seniors at the apex, juniors occupying the middle layers, and freshmen l...
Maya's cleats dug into the dirt as she rounded third base, the dusty baseball diamond blurring beneath her sprinting feet. She'd finally made varsity—no more JV bench warming for h...
The cable had been flickering in and out for twenty minutes, and I was about to lose my mind. Not because I cared about the baseball game—that was mostly background noise for Jorda...
Maya hated swimming. Or more accurately, she hated that her mom had signed her up for the summer swim team at the rec center, which meant spending three hours a day in a chlorinate...