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Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of the pool. The annual July 4th party at Tyler's house – the biggest social event of sophomore summer – and here she ...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was honestly embarrassing because she was literally standing at the edge of a pool, so what was she even nervous about? Right. The pool party. Th...
Maya wiped sweat from her forehead as she leaned against the concrete edge of the community pool. The **water** shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but she wasn't ju...
Maya was literally running for her life—not because zombies were chasing her (though that would've been less embarrassing), but because Jason, aka her former best friend since kind...
Maya's hair had betrayed her. Specifically, the DIY bleach job she'd attempted at 2 AM after watching approximately thirty TikTok tutorials. Now it was basically hay. Straw. Yellow...
The papaya sat on the poolside table like some tropical dare — all neon orange and impossible to ignore. Summer before freshman year, and somehow I'd ended up at the rich kids' com...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, grateful for the hat that hid her nervous flush. The Metropolitan Museum field trip was supposed to be educational, but mostly it was just an exc...
My dad insists on calling me 'bear' because I apparently still sleep with the stuffed polar bear from when I was six. Spoiler alert: I don't. But the nickname stuck, and now it's j...
Leo adjusted his baseball cap, trying to look chill even though his stomach was doing backflips. First week of freshman year and he'd already earned a nickname he didn't want: the ...
Quinn's palms were sweating, and not just because it was ninety degrees at the Riverside Aquatic Center. The Sectionals swim meet was supposed to be her moment—her chance to finall...
Maya's **orange** Converses squeaked against the gym floor—way too loud for someone trying to be invisible. First week of sophomore year, and she was already failing at blending in...
Maya's hair was doing that weird frizz thing again—half-curly, half-straight, like it couldn't decide what it wanted to be. Just like her life, honestly. She stared at her iPhone i...