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The fox appeared at exactly 7:43 PM, like it had somewhere better to be. Maya was midway through her third papaya margarita (virgin, obviously - her dad was watching from the gril...
Maya's hair had always been her thing—long, dark, and perfect. Until her first day as a swim instructor at the community pool, when she'd forgotten her swim cap and had to borrow a...
Maya's best friend was ghosting her, and honestly? It was giving major anxiety. Three days of left-on-read messages, and now they were supposed to be at Jordan's pool party togethe...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the pool. My hands were shaking so bad I almost dropped my phone. "You good, bro?" Tyler asked, bumping my shoulder. "Yeah. Just... ...
Maya's life was basically one giant awkward pause. That is, until the day she accidentally dropped an orange on the cafeteria floor and it rolled perfectly into the hand of the new...
Maya pressed her phone against the chain-link fence, zooming in like the total creep she was. Three weeks of 'spying' on Leo's padel matches, and she still hadn't worked up the ner...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The annual July 4th party at the Hendersons'—social ground zero for everyone...
I stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching my towel like a lifeline. The crystal-blue water reflected the sunset, but mostly I saw my own terrified expression staring back. "Y...
Maya's legs burned as she joined the other members of the Zombie Runners Club, their fluorescent orange jerseys blazing against the gray November sky. She'd only joined because her...
Maya's legs burned as she pounded the dirt path, the cross-country course stretching endlessly before her. Again. Every Thursday, Coach Henderson made them run the same hill workou...
Maya's life was officially over. At least, that's how it felt staring in the mirror at what was supposed to be subtle layers but ended up looking like someone had taken a weed whac...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, adjusting the oversized beanie she'd spent thirty dollars she didn't have on. It was supposed to be her armor against sophomore year—the...