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Maya dragged herself into first period, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep would do that to you, thanks to AP History and a TikTok hole that lasted way too lon...
Maya's palms were sweating before she even reached the community pool. The annual end-of-school blowout. The event where social hierarchies shifted faster than TikTok trends. "You...
The baseball field stretched before me like a judgmental green ocean. I'd been crushing it at padel all summer — fast reflexes, zero anxiety — but baseball? That was a different be...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, her hair refusing to cooperate despite twenty minutes and half a bottle of mousse. Her natural curls were doing that thing again—half...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but humidity in Florida had other plans. Her curls were doing that thing where they looke...
Alex's hair was doing that stupid flippy thing again—the thing it only did when he was anywhere within a fifty-foot radius of Jordan. Which was exactly where he was right now. Alex...
The orange padel ball bounced off the back wall, mocking me. Again. "You're overthinking it, Maya," Jake said, flipping his racket like he owned the place. Which, technically, his...
The cable was supposed to be invisible. That was the whole point of streaming from the backyard, away from Mom's embarrassing background noise. Instead, the bright white ethernet c...
The pool party at Skylar's place was literally the social event of the summer, and I was currently hiding behind a massive palm tree in her backyard, questioning every life choice ...
Pool parties at Tyler's house were basically social warfare, and Maya was losing. Bad. She clutched her towel like a lifeline, hyper-aware that she was one of three people not actu...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The summer heat pressed against her skin, but the real pressure was coming from the patio chairs where Syd...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning, frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. She groaned, checking her reflection in the hallway mirror before gr...