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Misha's house boomed with bass, bodies packed tight enough to make social distancing a joke. I pressed my back against the wall, solo cup sweating in my hand, watching Maya across ...
I knew bringing papaya to lunch was a social death sentence, but Mom had packed it with that hopeful look in her eyes. "It's from back home," she'd said, like that explained everyt...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The Friday night lights flickered overhead, casting everything in that weird golden-hour glow that makes ever...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie. Third period chemistry, Mr. Henderson droning about molar masses, and she'd gotten exactly four hours of sleep thanks to that impossible histor...
Leo sat in the dugout, his heart doing somersaults that had nothing to do with the baseball game unfolding on the field. varsity tryouts, and he'd already struck out twice. The thi...
Maya's palm sweated against the leather of her baseball glove as she stood in center field, the late afternoon sun casting everything in that golden-hour Instagram-filter glow. Thi...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water the plants. Which was ironic, considering she was standing in front of Madame Zora's fortune-telling booth at the spri...
Maya's stomach did that thing it always did before 5th period—somersaults, basically. Which was ridiculous, because she'd been **swimming** since she was six and varsity since fres...
Maya crushed the vitamin D supplement in her palm, watching the white powder dust her lifeline like beach sand. Mom swore these tiny capsules were basically sunshine in a pill—perf...
The padel racket felt wrong in my hands—too light, too orange, like everything else at this country club where I definitely didn't belong. Maya had dragged me here, babbling about ...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the familiar rhythm of her sneakers against pavement the only thing keeping her grounded. Another fight with her mom about grades, about exp...
Maya's thumbs were practically shaking as she scrolled through her iPhone, seventh text message in two minutes from Group Chat A blasting her screen. The Spring Formal committee ne...