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Maya pulled the snapback lower, shielding her eyes like armor. First house party. First time wearing Jordan's lucky hat. First time feeling like she might actually belong. "Yo, wh...
The summer before sophomore year, I worked as a lifeguard at the community pool, mostly because it was the only job that didn't ask for experience I didn't have. My shifts consiste...
Marcus drowned in chlorine and expectations. Literally. He was gasping for air at the YMCA, swimming laps like his life depended on it because Coach Miller said if he didn't cut t...
Maya's hair had taken three hours to perfect. Spiral curls cascading down her shoulders, the kind of effortless-looking style that actually required five different products and two...
Maya's phone buzzed. Group chat: Padel after school? Ugh. She'd been dodging this invite for weeks. "Just take a vitamin B complex!" her mom had shouted that morning, shaking the ...
Maya had been running on zombie mode for three weeks straight. Junior year was hitting different - AP classes, volleyball practice, and her mom's constant questions about college a...
Maya's life had officially become a **zombie** movie, except instead of running from the undead, she was running from her own social anxiety. Two weeks into sophomore year and she'...
The hair situation was, as my mom would say, 'a learning experience.' I'd dyed it orange—Florida-traffic-cone orange—for summer, thinking I'd look like an aesthetic Tumblr princess...
Marcus pulled his baseball cap lower, trying to disappear into the kitchen island. The entire baseball team was in his backyard, and somehow he was stuck chopping vegetables for th...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ridiculous, because she was just standing in Jake's backyard, holding a red solo cup like...
My palms were sweating so much I thought the cheap ink from my fake ID might smear. Standing outside Jake's house, I could hear bass thumping through the door like a second heartbe...
Maya's iPhone died at 8:47 PM — exactly three minutes before Jason finally looked her way. She'd been hovering near the snack table, pretending to be deeply fascinated by a bag of ...