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The orange sun dipped low over the padel court, painting everything in that perfect golden-hour glow that only exists on Instagram and in movies. But here I was, living it, sweat d...
The bass from Maya's garage party thumped in my chest as I smoothed my polo for the thousandth time. Tonight was the night. After weeks of liking Jordan from AP Bio, I'd finally wo...
The cat showed up on the worst Tuesday of my life, which was saying something considering I'd just found out my best friend since kindergarten had been invited to Tyler's pool part...
The pool party was supposed to be Maya's chance to finally talk to him—Jake, the varsity swimmer with the annoyingly perfect smile who'd been in her bio class since September. Inst...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stepped onto the padel court. The bright yellow ball cracked against rackets everywhere, echoes of popularity she'd spent three months trying to...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield wrapped in anxiety. She'd transferred mid-semester, which everyone knew was basically social suicide, and ...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket—a curtain of dark waves she could hide behind whenever things got awkward. Which was often, being a freshman at Northwood High wher...
Maya's iphone vibrated against the nightstand — 11:47 PM. Three unread messages from the group chat: *pool party @ jake's rn omg come.* She stared at the screen, thumb hovering, th...
The WiFi cable dangled from Maya's ceiling like a broken lifeline, swinging every time the ceiling fan whispered. Again. Sixteenth time this week her mom had forgotten to pay the i...
5 AM. Again. I dragged myself out of bed like a zombie, eyes practically glued shut, brain still operating on yesterday's battery. Third week of swim trials and I'd never felt more...
Maya was running late—again. Third period AP Bio had already started, and Mr. Harrison was definitely marking her tardy. But none of that mattered when she spotted it: a scrawny ca...
The pool deck at Rivera's summer pool party was basically a social minefield. Maya pressed her sweaty **palm** against her thigh, scanning for her friends. They were supposed to me...