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Cross-country practice was supposed to be chill—just another Thursday afternoon doing loops around the park while Coach Anderson timed us from his folding chair. But when you're Le...
The pool party was supposed to be mid-summer peak social currency, but I was vibrating at a frequency that made me wonder if anyone could actually see me shaking. Standing poolside...
The community pool shimmered like liquid diamond, but Maya felt like a zombie in her flip-flops. Her mother's wellness kick had her chowing down on vitamin gummies that stained her...
The baseball bat felt like a lead pipe in Maya's hands. Again. Everyone else on the JV team made it look effortless — Harper cracked line drives like she was swatting flies, and Jo...
Maya's phone buzzed against her thigh, but she didn't check. Not at Tyler's pool party. Not when she was wearing a swimsuit that felt basically illegal and trying to look like she ...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, had absolutely no respect for social boundaries. Like, zero. Which is how Maya found herself standing at the deep end of the Hendersons' pool at 11...
The summer everything fell apart, I spent way too much time **running**. Not running track or anything productive—just running away from situations that made me uncomfortable. Whic...
My hair had morphed into something that could only be described as a zombie's worst nightmare—chlorine-green frizz exploding in every direction like I'd stuck a fork in an electric...
The lake house party was everything Maya dreaded and secretly wanted. Everyone from sophomore year was there, clique lines drawn in the sand like invisible battlefields. She stood ...
The orange swim trunks had seemed like a good idea at Target, but now they were basically a beacon yelling LOOK AT ME. Lucas stood at the edge of Chloe's pool, clutching his towel ...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping her borrowed racquet like it might explode at any second. Her hair, freshly dyed a shade of 'Crimson Thunder' that definitely wa...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the Solo cup. The house party rumbled around her—some sketchy EDM remix rattling the windows, kids from AP Chem who usually ...