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Maya's phone screen stayed stubbornly blank. No texts. No TikToks shared. Just radio silence from Chloe, who'd been her best friend since sixth grade when they bonded over being th...
The pool smell had soaked into my swimsuit, my hair, basically my entire sophomore existence. Morning **swimming** practice at 5 AM wasn't exactly a vibe, but Coach Reyes said if I...
The humidity hit Maya like a wall the second she stepped through the gates of the community pool. Behind her, Nina was already hyping her up like they were walking into a war zone ...
Marcus adjusted his hood, keeping low behind the fake **orange** plastic tree in the school courtyard. Three tables away, THE table—where Jordan, the varsity QB, held court like he...
The papaya sat on the paper plate like some alien experiment gone wrong. Maya held it between her thumb and forefinger, skeptical as hell. "Dude, just try it," Kian said, leaning ...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, exactly when Jake from AP Chem was walking past. She yanked her hood up, s...
My hair was supposed to be a subtle trim. Instead, I walked out of Supercuts looking like I'd lost a fight with a lawnmower. The stylist, Cheryl, kept saying things like "oops" and...
Maya's iPhone camera rolled as she stood behind the backstop, supposedly filming the baseball team's scrimmage for the yearbook project. Actually, she was mostly zooming in on #23,...
Marcus sat on the baseball bench, cleats dangling, watching dust motes dance in the afternoon sun. Another practice, another season of being the kid who couldn't hit the ball if hi...
The pool party at Maya's house was supposed to be chill. Just the squad, some snacks, maybe swimming. But when I saw Jake walk in — with HER — my stomach did that familiar nosedive...
The bleachers smelled like sunscreen and stale popcorn. Maya sat frozen, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Instagram. This was it—her first actual baseball ...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her back pocket, third time this period. She ignored it, staring out the window while Mr. Henderson droned on about quadratic equations. The notification pr...