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Maya dragged herself to the rec center pool for the third time that week, already rehearsing her excuse for leaving early. Something about headaches, or maybe just vague plans that...
Maya's cat, Barnaby, was currently sprinting across the roof like a possessed lightning bolt, which felt exactly like what was happening inside her chest. "You good?" Liam asked, ...
Maya's hair was already frizzing in the humidity, and she'd been at Jordan's pool party for exactly twelve minutes. She stood at the edge of the concrete deck, clutching her solo c...
I was operating on two hours of sleep and three energy drinks, basically a certified zombie dragging myself through the school day. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, but s...
Maya's legs burned. She'd been running for forty-five minutes straight, her podcast cut short three times by texts from Jordan asking if she'd submitted the college application yet...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she clutched her phone, the fraying charging **cable** dangling dangerously close to the pool edge. "You good?" Tyler aske...
Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's backyard pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The water glowed an unnatural **orange** from the underwater lights, making everything look ...
Leo moved through the community pool like he was spying on a crime scene—cataloging details, building theories, never quite participating. Sixteen years old and he still treated so...
Maya was literally running on three hours of sleep and one iced coffee, which was a vibe, but not a sustainable one. The AP Art final loomed like a literal threat: she had to sculp...
Marcus pressed his back against the cafeteria wall, heart hammering like he'd just finished a mile in gym class. Being a self-appointed spy for the lunchroom gossip circuit wasn't ...
Maya's legs burned from running—literally. She'd been chasing Lila around the neighborhood for twenty minutes because Lila had "accidentally" dropped that Maya liked Jake. "You'r...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually sweating — and she wiped them on her jeans for the third time. The orange neon sign of the 7-Eleven buzzed overhead, casting everything ...