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The thunder rolled right as Maya's phone lit up with his text. *You coming?* Outside, actual lightning cracked the sky, turning the backyard purple for half a second. Perfect. Beca...
Maya's parents owned the most embarrassing store in town: Natural Vibes Health & Wellness. Which meant Maya spent every Saturday stocking shelves with organic everything while her ...
Maya's palms were practically tropical rainforests at this point. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, leaving dark damp spots that were definitely not a vibe. "...
Maya's thumb hovered over the iphone screen, heart racing as she stalked yet again through Clara's Instagram. She'd been cyber-spying for weeks, watching the senior's life unfold i...
The running track had become my sanctuary ever since Jordan broke up with me two weeks before homecoming. I wasn't even on the cross country team, but every afternoon I found mysel...
Maya's orange racquet felt like it weighed a thousand pounds as she stood at the baseline. The padel court stretched before her, a green rectangle of judgment where half the sophom...
Working the poolside snack bar wasn't exactly how sixteen-year-old Maya envisioned spending her summer, but at least the employee perks included unlimited papaya smoothies. Which s...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching his towel like a lifeline. The end-of-summer bash raged around him—kids from school who barely knew his name, now suddenly his b...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowing up without her. She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard, but typed nothing. W...
My golden retriever Buster decided my iphone made a excellent chew toy exactly three seconds before my crush Jake waved at me from across the pool. This wasn't just any iphone—this...
Maya's hair had taken three hours to perfect—cascading natural curls she'd finally stopped fighting after years of straightening them into submission. This was the party where she'...
I was basically a **zombie** by Friday night—three days of finals, four energy drinks, and approximately zero hours of sleep. My GPA was hanging by a thread, and my social life had...