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Maya stood at the edge of the Jacksons' backyard pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The annual end-of-school bash loomed before her—a sea of bikinis, snap stories, and soci...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her towel like a shield. The senior graduation party raged around her—bodies splashing, laughter echoing, some idiots already atte...
I was literally hyperventilating behind the concession stand. The hat — my dad's vintage snapback that I refused to take off even in 90-degree weather — was practically glued to my...
Maya stood at the bottom of the bleachers, watching the social pyramid unfold before her. At the apex sat Brianna, wearing her designer hoodie like a crown. Below her, layers of po...
The sun beat down on Mia's backyard as I stood frozen at the edge of the pool party. My palms were sweating so much I could practically wring them out like a sponge. I'd spent thre...
Maya's heart was doing that thing where it felt like it might actually, physically explode out of her chest. First day at Northwood High, and she'd already managed to turn the cafe...
My first week at Vista Ridge Country Club, and I already felt like a fraud. Mom had scored us a summer membership through some work connection, and suddenly we were rubbing elbows ...
Maya's fingers flew across the cracked screen of her iPhone, thumbs moving with practiced speed. 2:47 AM. The blue light illuminated her face in the darkness of her bedroom. u up?...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy disaster she called hair. Third day of freshman year, and she already looked like she'd been electrocuted. The expensi...
My hair was perfect. The kind of perfect that took forty-five minutes every morning, with flat iron and expensive serum and the exact right part down the left side. The kind of per...
The cross country team stared at me like I'd just suggested we do calculus for fun. Which, honestly, I would've preferred. "You're joining?" Marcus raised an eyebrow, his orange c...
Maya hated the ugly cable knit sweater her grandmother forced her to wear to the community pool orientation. It was ninety degrees out, and she looked like a walking tragedy. "You...