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Maya adjusted her glasses for the third time, nervous energy buzzing through her veins like static. The old water tower loomed ahead, its rusted metal surface covered in layers of ...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like climbing a social pyramid blindfolded. The seniors sat at the apex, their laughter echoing down the cafeteria like royal decrees. Then...
Zara adjusted the hood of her oversized sweatshirt, sinking deeper into the Starbucks corner booth. Official cover: studying for AP History. Actual mission: spy recon on the senior...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old trucker **hat** lower, trying to disappear into the patio chair. Jordan's pool party was basically a social minefield, and she'd already survi...
The night shift at the community pool was supposed to be easy money, but Maya was discovering that easy money came with unexpected complications. "Check the cable tension on the l...
The spinach in my teeth felt like a neon billboard broadcasting my awkwardness to everyone at Tyler's party. I'd been nursing the same red cup of fruit punch for twenty minutes, to...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—as she stood in front of the neon-lit booth. The sign read "MADAME ZORA'S FORTUNES" in flickering purple letters, which was ridic...
My arms felt like literal lead weights. Coach Henderson had us doing lap after endless lap, and by the time practice ended, I was basically a zombie shuffling toward the locker roo...
The problem with pool parties in sophomore year isn't the swimsuits. It's that everyone assumes you can swim. I stood at the edge of Maya's backyard pool, clutching a solo cup lik...
Maya pressed her back against the cold locker, heart hammering like she'd just finished a mile run in gym class. She felt like a total spy, watching Jordan laugh with his new frien...
The thing about working at your uncle's food truck during the zombie 5K is that nobody actually warned you about the zombie 5K. One minute I'm perfectly content slicing mango for s...
Maya stared at the **goldfish** bowl on her desk, its lone inhabitant swimming endless circles. Goldie—original, she knew—had more freedom than she felt some days. At least Goldie ...