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Maya clutched her **hat** like a lifeline. The pool party at Emma's house was exactly the kind of social event she usually avoided - too many people, too much skin, too many opport...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, her heart racing faster than the bass thumping from someone's Bluetooth speaker. I'm about to become the biggest loser of sophomore year, sh...
Maya dragged herself through the last week of school like a literal **zombie**, fueled by nothing but iced coffee and pure spite. Junior year had chewed her up and spit her out, le...
Maya's fingers hovered over her phone, the screen illuminating her face in the darkness of her room. Another party invite from the group chat she'd been ghosting all summer. Her th...
Maya's summer was supposed to be about becoming who she was meant to be. Instead, she was stuck in her Tita Lila's kitchen, surrounded by fruit that looked like alien obelisks. "T...
Maya gripped her iPhone so hard the case creaked. Three notifications glowed on the lock screen—all from the Padel Tournament group chat. "You coming?" "Everyone's at court four."...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she thought her phone might slip right out of her hands. She was hiding in the bathroom at Tyler's party while her supposed best friend, Chloe, w...
Leo felt like a **zombie** most days by fourth period. His AP Calculus class had become a blur of derivatives and formulas, his brain operating on autopilot while Mr. Harrison dron...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at the red solo cup pyramid forming on Travis's kitchen counter. Thre...
Maya tugged the brim of her stupid hat lower. The one her friends swore was aesthetic, even though she felt like a knockoff cowboy in the middle of a California beach bonfire. "Yo...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her dad's old fedora like a lifeline. The rubber hat brim was practically sweating from her nervous palms. Inside, the bass from some ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be auburn. A rich, sophisticated shade that screamed "I'm not the same girl who tripped in gym last week." Instead, she was staring at her reflection in...