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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping — gross, but real — as she stood by the snack table at Tyler's house party. She'd spent two hours on her hair, pulling it throug...
The social pyramid at the Greenwood Park Pool had me firmly planted at the bottom — quite literally during Mark's ridiculous team-building exercises. As the newest lifeguard, I was...
The A/C was busted again. Of course it was. "Mayo, watch the counter," Abuela called from the back room, her voice carrying over the hum of the refrigerator. "I'm checking the ca...
Maya's hair had seen better days. Actually, it had seen better decades. The DIY box dye she'd applied at 2 AM—because obviously that's when rational beauty decisions happen—had tur...
I'd been **running** from everything since freshman year—expectations, conversations, basically any situation where I might have to speak. Cross country was perfect: nobody expecte...
Maya's summer was shaping up to be total trash. Stuck working at her dad's failing vitamin shop while her friends were at the lake, living their best lives without her. The shop sm...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as bad as the humiliation burning through my cheeks. I was the only one still wearing a t-shirt in the pool, while everyone else — including Jor...
The fluorescent lights of the 7-Eleven buzzed like a dying insect as Maya leaned against the slushie machine, feeling exactly like a **zombie** after finals week. Three AP tests, t...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in two minutes, but she ignored it. Her cousin Leo had somehow convinced her to try padel at the new sports complex, and now she was stuck w...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her grip on the pool fence. The invite said pool party, but somehow she'd convinced herself she could just show up and chill without ac...
The padel court at Oak Creek Country Club smelled like expensive sunscreen and desperation. I adjusted my grip on the rental racquet, my palms sweating through my dad's old tennis ...
Jordan Chen had been operating at approximately 40% battery life since mid-October. The zombie thing wasn't even a metaphor anymore—shuffle down the hall, eyes half-glazed, survivi...