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The air smelled like chlorine and coconut sunscreen—classic August. Maya stood at the edge of the pool party like she'd forgotten her social skills along with her towel. "You comi...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The water looked inviting—blue and rippling with every splash—but her legs felt like lead. Fifteen years old ...
Maya's parents had finally agreed to let her have friends over after months of negotiations. Now, the basement hummed with fifteen teenagers squeezed between the worn-out sectional...
Maya's first day at the Apex Sports Club should've been straightforward. Show up, learn the front desk routine, survive. Instead, she stood frozen in front of the floor-to-ceiling...
Maya's bedroom was her sanctuary, the only place where the cable TV's static hum couldn't reach her parents' arguments in the living room. At sixteen, she'd learned to disappear in...
The first week of July, and I was already in zombie mode. My parents had dragged me to Aunt Lisa's pool party, and I was parked on a lounge chair like literal coral, my iPhone my o...
My palms were literally dripping. Not cute-dewy-glisten dripping, but actual nervous-sweat dripping onto my favorite ripped jeans. "You got this, Maya," I whispered to myself, sta...
The plastic bag swung from my fingers, three feet of fragile silence between me and destiny. Inside, a goldfish—winner of seven attempts at the ring toss, $14 worth of quarters—swa...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket, vibrating against her thigh like a nervous heartbeat. Pool party at Chloe's. The text glowed on her screen: everyone's gonna be there. Even HIM....
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** down to her eyebrows, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. The house party thumped around her—cheap bass, too-strong perfume, laughter that so...
Kyle's beat-up fedora had seen better days, but it was his armor against the world. Standing behind the snack counter at the community pool, he felt like a zombie—the kind from his...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, double-tapping another photo of Chloe in her cute Lululemon outfit. #PadelPrincess. The caption made Maya's stomach do that familiar fl...