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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping her racquet like it was a lifeline, while Ethan ...
Maya's hair fell across her face like a curtain, but she couldn't use her hands. Both palms were occupied—each cradled a tiny goldfish in a plastic bag of water. The carnival goldf...
The lifeguard cable stretched across the pool area like a warning, dividing the shallow end from the deep end where the cool kids hung out. I'd been avoiding the deep end all summe...
The hat was supposed to be armor. A snapback pulled low enough that maybe nobody would notice the new acne mapping constellations across my forehead, or that I'd grown two inches o...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought they might short-circuit her phone. Three minutes until the bell rang for lunch, and she still hadn't worked up the nerve to ask Kai ...
Izzy's parents had said no more pets after the hamster incident, but the carnival guy was looking at her with those eyes, and her best friend Mia was already five dollars poorer cl...
Marcus crouched behind the oak tree, clutching his binoculars like his life depended on it. Okay, maybe not his LIFE, but definitely his social standing at Northwood High come Sept...
Maya dragged herself into first period like a literal zombie, hoodie pulled low over her messy hair. Three hours of sleep would do that to you. Especially when your brain wouldn't ...
Maya's **palm**s were sweating against the plastic cups, her grip turning them into crumpled messes. Jordan's pool party — the event of the summer according to Sophie's Instagram s...
Maya's summer was supposed to be *vibes only*—endless beach days and zero social anxiety. Instead, she was stuck at her cousin's quinceañera prep camp, sweating through another hum...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting her dad's old fedora. The brim hid half her face, which was exactly the point. Tonight was Jessica's pool party, and Maya had ...
I stood alone in center field, the summer heat baking my exposed neck. Three days ago, I'd chopped my waist-length hair into a jagged pixie cut, desperate to reinvent myself before...