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The baseball field was exactly 1.3 miles from the community pool, but for Maya, they might as well have been different planets. "You coming to practice?" Tyler asked, his cleats c...
Maya gripped the chain-link fence, her palms sweating through her batting gloves. Tryouts for the varsity baseball team—yeah, the sport was usually a total sausage fest, but Coach ...
Maya had been running on two hours of sleep and an unholy amount of caffeine, which basically made her a certified zombie. Her reflection in the bathroom mirror confirmed it: dark ...
Maya's orange hair was basically a beacon. Like, she didn't ask for the spotlight every time she walked into a room, but the universe had other plans. Freshman year was already a m...
Maya's vintage wide-brim hat was supposed to be her armor at Northwood High. Thrifted, aesthetic, giving main character energy—or so she'd convinced herself. "Nice hat, Wednesday ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. First house party of sophomore year, and she'd already spent twenty minutes hiding in the bathroom s...
The screen of Kai's iphone cracked in slow motion against the concrete edge of the community pool. Six months of babysitting money, gone in one clumsy moment. "You've got to be ki...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood outside Chloe's front door. The bass from inside thrummed against her chest. First real house party. First time ...
Maya's first week streaming went exactly how you'd expect — total trainwreck. She'd spent her summer savings on a gaming PC, convinced she'd be the next big content creator. Instea...
The mechanical bull at the county fair wasn't even supposed to be operational until Friday, but here I was, staring at it like it held the answers to my entire existence. My best f...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she might've slipped right off the edge of the diving board if she hadn't been gripping it like her life depended on it. Below her, the pool wat...
Riley lay in the blue glow of her phone at 2 AM, doing what she did every night: playing amateur spy. Her fake Instagram account @floridagirl_ was a masterpiece of mediocrity - thr...