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I shuffled onto the pitcher's mound feeling like actual zombie. Three hours of sleep, two tests, and my phone had blown up with drama texts since 6 AM. Coach yelled something about...
Maya leaned against the kitchen counter, feeling like a **zombie** after three hours of smiling until her face hurt. The party was supposed to be legendary, but mostly it was just ...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from the group chat. *Pool party at Jake's. 2pm. Be there or be square.* She stared at her ceiling fan, anxiety doing somersaults in her stom...
The humidity was straight-up oppressive, the kind that makes your hair go full frizz mode no matter how much product you use. I stood at the edge of the pool in Tyler's backyard, c...
Maya's phone buzzed on the pool deck—her swim group chat blowing up about the regional meet tomorrow. Her stomach did that thing it always did before a big race, like it was trying...
The plastic bag bumped against my thigh as I power-walked away from the carnival booth, heart still doing that weird fluttery thing. Inside, a tiny orange goldfish swam in circles,...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even stepped through the YMCA doors. Friday night. Swim team practice. Her personal hell. "You're dragging again, Torres," Coach Miller bell...
The blue Ethernet cable snaked through my hair like a terrible neon highlight, and I knew my mom would absolutely lose it when she saw what I'd done to my "beautiful natural curls"...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Standing outside Tyler's house, clutching a bottle of her mom's vitamin D supplements because taking...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The senior class end-of-year party raged around her—laughter, splashing, the bass of some mumble ...
Summer at the Oakwood Club meant one thing: padel courts on one side, glistening pool on the other, and every teenager in town caught somewhere between. Lena adjusted her grip on ...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield of invisible social rules. She'd spent lunch Tuesday watching the cool table from behind her sociology tex...