Operation Pool Party
Maya's frizzy curls had always been her worst enemy—or at least, that's what she thought until Chloe's pool party invitation slid into her DMs. The caption read: "swimming at sunse...
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Maya's frizzy curls had always been her worst enemy—or at least, that's what she thought until Chloe's pool party invitation slid into her DMs. The caption read: "swimming at sunse...
I sat alone on the bottom bleacher, my glove still on my hand. Practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but I couldn't move. Coach put me at the bottom of the lineup again, and sudde...
Maya's social life didn't die with a bang. It died with a piece of spinach stuck in her braces during third period lunch. She'd been crushing on Leo since September, when he'd com...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she might actually slip off her chair. Which would be tragic, since she was currently sitting in the school auditorium surrounded by half the soph...
My iphone buzzed in my pocket, vibrating against my thigh like it knew something I didn't. Courtney's party. The party. The one everyone would be talking about on Monday, the one I...
The morning swim practice had me feeling like a straight-up zombie. 5 AM practices will do that to you. I dragged myself out of the pool, chlorinated water dripping from my orange ...
Maya's summer was supposed to be Instagram-worthy. Instead, she was stuck at Pine Ridge Camp, where the WiFi died three hours ago and her anxiety was thriving without it. Her iPhon...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it always did before matches. The new kid, what's-his-name, stood on the other side looking ...
The bear costume smelled like every birthday party disaster from the last decade. That's what I got for being the new guy at Party Planet - stuck inside five pounds of polyester fu...
I've been at Northwood High for exactly three weeks, and I'm still operating like a spy—gathering intel from the edges, cataloging who sits where, who talks to who, who's dating wh...
My brain felt like actual mush—straight-up zombie mode. Three hours of sleep because TikTok decided I needed to watch 47 videos in a row about whether my crush likes me back. Spoil...
Maya's hair had seen better days. The box dye said "chocolate brown" but definitely delivered "swamp water green." She pulled her hood up, praying nobody at Crestview Summer Camp w...