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The moment Maya stepped through the gate, she regretted everything. The noise hit her first — music thumping, laughter echoing off the concrete, splash after splash. Jake's annual ...
I was a zombie. Not the brain-eating kind, obviously — I mean the kind who'd survived finals week on three hours of sleep and questionable energy drinks. My skin had that same gray...
My hair had never betrayed me until the day of Tyler's pool party. I'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting the messy-but-intentional waves, but the moment I stepped outside, humidi...
Maya's cat, Pumpkin, sat on her windowsill judging her outfit choice. Again. The orange tabby had been giving her side-eye since seventh grade started, like she knew exactly how aw...
The chlorine hit my nose before I even saw the pool. Taylor's house was massive — the kind of place where the garage was bigger than my entire apartment. I clutched my phone like a...
Maya's purple hair stood on end — literally. The cheap dye job had frizzed into a halo of rebellion around her head, matching the storm brewing outside her bedroom window. Perfect....
I felt like a **zombie**. Not the cool Netflix kind with plot armor and character development — more like the actual dead-inside variety, running on three hours of sleep and sheer ...
Maya's phone buzzed with another DM from the group chat. _Who's taking who to homecoming???_ She threw it onto her bed like it had personally offended her. Being fifteen was basica...
I spent forty-five minutes on my hair before the party. Not forty-five minutes total—forty-five minutes just trying to get the front piece to swoop in that effortless way that actu...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Not that it ever did, but today of all days—the day Jordan finally noticed her—her curls had staged a full rebellion. She'd spent forty-five minut...
The locker room smelled like betrayal and cheap body spray. Elena stared at her reflection, trying to summon the courage to walk out there. Tonight was the night — finally, after m...
The neighborhood pool party was supposed to be chill. Just Maya, her besties, and maybe some cute guys from the swim team. But when you're fifteen and your mom's still dropping you...