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The pool party was everything Maya usually avoided: too many bodies, too much noise, too many eyes watching her every move. But Chen had invited her, and Maya had been **swimming**...
The baseball cap pulled low over my eyes wasn't enough to hide the fact that I was lowkey freaking out. Everyone at Chloe's pool party seemed to know exactly who they were supposed...
Maya's palms were sweating through her pockets as she stood outside the fortune teller's booth at the Spring Carnival. Behind her, she could hear Kyle and his friends laughing abou...
I'd spent three years at Ridgeview High perfecting the art of invisibility, content to exist at the bottom of the social pyramid where nobody expected anything from you. But that w...
The neon orange vitamin gummies stared back at me from the kitchen counter. Mom swore they'd help me "grow big and strong," but what I really needed was something to survive Jake's...
The cable scratched against my windowsill—third time this week. I'd rigged this whole setup: phone charger cable braided with actual rope, sturdy enough to hold my weight as I shim...
The chain-link fence between the padel court and baseball field had become our border. That's where Jordan waited, leaning against the mesh like he owned it, his pristine padel rac...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her padel racket like a shield. The Friday night party was in full swing — literally, with kids doing cannonballs off the diving board...
The charging **cable** dangled from my phone like a lifeline, wires exposed where my dog Ranger had chewed through the rubber last week. Mom kept saying she'd replace it, but betwe...
Maya's morning started with a handful of supplements—a neon-orange **vitamin** C gummy that tasted like artificial sunshine and promises of better skin. Her mom's wellness phase ha...
The gym smelled like floor wax and desperate hope. I stood by the punch bowl, clutching my red Solo cup like it was a lifeline, my sweaty palms making the cardboard soggy. Across ...
Maya's braces had trapped enough spinach to start a small ecosystem. Across the table, Jake—the absolute goal of sophomore year—was staring at her with those perfect hazel eyes whi...