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Maya's Friday started with her cat, Pumpkin, knocking over her orange juice at 6 AM. Not the stellar beginning she'd hoped for on the day of Jordan's party—the one everyone who was...
Maya stared at her reflection, phone propped against the mirror. Another skincare video promising the perfect summer glow. "You need this vitamin C serum," the influencer insisted ...
The pyramid scheme wasn't even mine. It was my brother's—some "revolutionary" skincare MLM that had consumed his entire personality and half our garage. But when Tyler asked about ...
The hat stayed on. Even indoors. Even when Mrs. Chen glared at me during third period chemistry, her eyes screaming take it off already. But the beat-up dad cap with its slightly c...
Jordan's hair refused to behave. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron, but humidity had already turned her sleek waves into a frizzy halo. Perfect. Just perfect for Ta...
The orange soda was flat, just like my mood. I sat by the pool, legs dangling in the cool water, watching Maya laugh with her new friends across the deck. Three weeks ago, that wou...
Maya's first day as a freshman felt like walking into a lion's den—except the lions were wearing varsity jackets and the den smelled like AX body spray and anxiety. She'd spent for...
The spinach was supposed to be my glow-up era. Literally. "You're actually drinking that?" Maya wrinkled her nose at the murky green slush in my hand. "It's called taking care of...
I'd been cyber-stalking Tyler's Instagram for three weeks straight. That's basically what being a friend meant in 2026 — knowing someone's lunch order before they did. Tyler had po...
Marcus pulled his beanie down lower, even though it was eighty-five degrees and the chlorine from the **swimming** pool already made his forehead sweat. Summer league practice had ...
Maya's stupid bucket **hat** kept sliding over her eyes, but she refused to take it off. It was her armor against Tyler's older brother's friends who were sprawled across the loung...
Maya's stomach did that thing again — the nervous flutter that felt like **swimming** upstream against a powerful current. Tryouts for the track team were in fifteen minutes, and s...