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The internet **cable** lay frayed across the floor of the pro shop like a dead snake, and honestly? Same. My entire social life was currently hanging by a thread—literally, since M...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She gripped the padel racquet like it might explode, which honestly would've been better than what was actually happening—her crush, Leo, watchin...
The lunch table went dead silent when I said it. "Oh yeah, papaya's literally my fave. I eat it, like, every morning?" Why did I say that. I'd never even seen a papaya in real li...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, running fingers through the frizzy disaster on her head. Three hours ago, she'd tried to DIY those beachy waves she saw on TikTok, an...
I catch a glimpse of the pool through the gym's side door, that shimmering blue rectangle calling to me like a secret I've been keeping from myself. Checking both directions first—...
Maya stared at her iPhone, the message thread with Alex illuminated against her face like a guilty conscience. *U busy?* — three little words that used to mean everything, now feel...
Chloe's Instagram post from the county fair went viral at exactly 7:43 PM. I know because I was staring at my cracked **iPhone**, refreshing every twelve seconds like a loser, whil...
Jordan's hair had officially declared war. The humidity turned it into a frizzy halo that screamed "I care way too much about fitting in." Which, obviously, she did. "Mija, eat." ...
The spinach smoothie sat untouched on the kitchen counter. Mom's latest phase—actually her latest attempt to fix everything that was "wrong" with me. "You need fuel, Leo. Padel ca...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first, then the sight of everyone in the pool—laughing, splashing, being effortlessly cool. She stood at the edge in her oversized hat, feeling like a f...
Leo had been crushing on Maya since seventh period algebra, so when her mom posted on the neighborhood list serv needing a pet sitter for the weekend, he'd responded in approximate...
The goldfish sat in its plastic bag on the passenger seat of Maya's beat-up Toyota, swimming in clueless circles while she hyperventilated into her steering wheel. Tonight was fina...