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Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen,Instagram stories sliding by like tiny jealous ghosts. The new girl, Chloe, had posted herself at the padel courts again—sweat-glowing s...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of Chloe's backyard pool. The Facebook invite said "pool party" but Maya's brain heard "social suicide." She'd been gr...
The bass from Maya's speakers vibrated through the floor, making Sofia's chest hum. She stood by the sliding glass door, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifeline, watching e...
Mateo's summer was supposed to be chill — endless hours by the pool, working on his fade, no pressure. But then his cousin Carlos brought up the padel tournament at the clubhouse. ...
I hadn't planned on almost dying from embarrassment on my first day as a lifeguard, but there I was, gummy **vitamin** D falling out of my pocket in front of everyone at the **pool...
Maya's first day at Tropical Fusion Smoothie Bar was not going according to plan. She'd already managed to blend spinach into someone's mango sunrise (green and orange swirl togeth...
The goldfish bowl sat on my nightstand, a tiny glass universe I'd stared at more times than I'd admit. Bubbles - yeah, original name, I know - had been my only real listener since ...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection. The orange dye had turned out way brighter than the box promised—like a traffic cone mixed with highlighter i...
The worst thing about being a freshman wasn't the homework load or the locker that smelled like someone died inside it. It was walking past the senior quad during lunch and feeling...
Riley's first day at Northwood High was supposed to be a fresh start. Instead, it became a viral disaster. "Just one green smoothie for breakfast," her mom had said. "It'll give y...
By Friday, I was basically a **zombie**. Three days of finals, zero sleep, and now here I stood at the country club — the absolute bottom of the social **pyramid** that was Oak Cre...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the neon orange bottle like it was some kind of peace offering. "Your vitamin gummies, Maya. You've been skipping them again."...