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Maya's palms were sweating. Literally. She stared at her hands, wondering if the other lifeguards could see the moisture glistening as she gripped her whistle. "You good, M?" Marc...
I wasn't supposed to be at Camp Wakonda. My parents signed me up for "summer enrichment" which was basically code for "your social skills need work." The first week, I accidentally...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, nervously adjusting her swim cap. Her curly hair, usually her crowning glory, was smashed tight against her scalp. The first d...
I was definitely not supposed to be here. The padel courts at the Riverside Club shimmered under amber floodlights, and somehow I'd talked myself into showing up for Friday night ...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop sweating. She wiped her palms on her jeans for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the denim, and checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror one m...
Maya's hair was the kind of orange that made people whisper. Carrot. Traffic cone. Flashy. She'd spent middle school trying to hide it under beanies and hoodies, but freshman year ...
I was literally a zombie. Third day of finals week, and my brain had officially left the chat. When Maya texted "padel tonight???" I almost said no. Almost. "Come on!" she'd texte...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, clutching the vitamin D supplement her mom swore would help with her "seasonal mood issues." Yeah, right. The only thing affecting her m...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid, the invisible hierarchy that dictated who sat where, who mattered, and who didn't. At the apex: the varsity jacket crew, laughing at ...
I felt like a total creep, honestly. But there I was at 11:47 PM, refresh-ing my old best friend's Instagram profile for the third time that night. The glow from my iPhone lit up m...
Chloe's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of Maya's pool, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. The cable connecting her charger dangled uselessly from t...
The party pulsing through Jordan's ears was nothing like the ones in TikTok edits. Real bass hit harder. Real people smelled like expensive perfume and nervous sweat, and nobody ac...