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Maya hated swim meets. She'd seen the pyramid chart Coach taped to the locker room wall—her at the base, the 'B-team' nobody. The real swimmers formed the apex, those popular kids ...
Maya's obsession started with a fox—not the animal, but Finn, whose copper hair and mischievous grin had earned him the nickname sophomore year. When he slid into her DMs with "hey...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iphone screen, the familiar ache of social anxiety tightening her chest. The party was already lit—she could hear the bass thumping through Jordan's f...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary. His parents were out of town, the playlist was bumping, and somehow I'd actually been invited. Me, the quiet sophomore...
Maya's first week at FoodMart wasn't exactly going according to plan. The **spinach** had already wilted under her watch, and she'd spent twenty minutes searching for the manager—o...
Marcus's thumb hovered over his iPhone screen, the glow illuminating his flushed face in the dusk. The county fair blurred around him—carnival lights, distant laughter, the sickly-...
Kai adjusted the battered baseball cap, trying to look like he belonged on the varsity field. The crown sat crooked—his mom's attempt at stitching the rip had made it worse. "You ...
Maya's mom had dropped off the gummy vitamins at noon, exactly two hours before she was supposed to be at Jordan's party. "They'll help your skin," she'd said, but Maya knew they w...
Max adjusted his snapback for the third time, palms sweating against his phone case. The Sunset Club's pool shimmered like liquid gold behind him, but he couldn't focus. Not with C...
Maya's new year resolution lasted exactly forty-seven minutes. She'd spent winter break **running** through Pinterest fitness boards, promising herself this would be the semester ...
Maya's hands trembled as she applied the third round of dye. The bathroom mirror showed her mom's expensive towels sacrificed to the cause—purple stains everywhere like a grape jui...
Maya's lungs burned as she kept **running**, her sneakers slapping against the pavement. 3 AM. The only time her brain actually shut up. Coach Reynolds said she had potential, but ...