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Maya slid into the cafeteria booth, already exhausted. Third period AP Bio had drained her will to live, and she wasn't sure she'd make it through lunch without becoming an actual ...
The last thing Maya wanted was to be at Jessica Hart's pool party. The invite had said "casual gathering" but everyone knew Jessica's gatherings were basically social hierarchy aud...
The pool party at Jessica's house was literally the most important social event of freshman year, and I was standing there holding a red cup like it was a grenade. My chest felt ti...
Maya pressed herself against the locker, officially the worst spy in the history of espionage. Her target: Liam, the cute junior who'd somehow become the center of her universe wit...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, wind whipping her ponytail sideways. This was her third lap of **running** intervals, and honestly? She was over it. But Coach Martinez...
The humidity hung thick as Marcus stood at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine stinging his nose. Summer before freshman year, and he was still the same kid who couldn't swim withou...
The bull in question was named Tyler, a senior built like a vending machine who'd spent the entire semester making my life in AP Lit miserable. "Bro, you actually think that deep?"...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, the glass already smudged with nervous sweat. Three notifications blinked at her—Zoey asking where she was, Leo's Instagram story, and ...
Maya's orange tabby cat Mango headbutted her phone at 7 AM. "Dude, I'm up," Maya groaned, though she'd been doomscrolling since six. Today was tryouts for the Academy's padel team...
Maya's hair had declared war on her. Specifically, the bangs she'd trimmed at 2 AM while her parents slept, convinced that YouTube tutorials had prepared her for this moment. They ...
The invitation said pool party, but Maya's brain heard social suicide. She stood by the orange inflatable flamingo, clutching her phone like it might actually save her from having ...
Maya's bedroom was basically a disaster zone, but at least the LED strips were killing it. She had three outfits spread across her bed like a crime scene when her phone buzzed. "u...