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Maya stood outside Jordan's house, heart pounding like she'd been **running** a marathon instead of just psyching herself up to walk through the front door. Her first real high sch...
My hair was perfect. Or at least, it had been perfect before I jumped into the pool. "Dude, you coming?" Tyler yelled from the deep end, splashing water everywhere like an overexc...
The spinach incident started it all—that's what Maya called it, though honestly it was more of a catastrophe than an incident. Lunch period. Fourth table from the back, where the ...
The pool lights cast these weird underwater shadows that made everything look like we were swimming in an orange dream. I stood at the edge of the deep end, clutching my towel like...
Maya stared at the social pyramid that was Franklin High's cafeteria like it was a hostile alien landscape. Seniors at the apex, juniors occupying the middle layers, and freshmen l...
Maya's cleats dug into the dirt as she rounded third base, the dusty baseball diamond blurring beneath her sprinting feet. She'd finally made varsity—no more JV bench warming for h...
The cable had been flickering in and out for twenty minutes, and I was about to lose my mind. Not because I cared about the baseball game—that was mostly background noise for Jorda...
Maya hated swimming. Or more accurately, she hated that her mom had signed her up for the summer swim team at the rec center, which meant spending three hours a day in a chlorinate...
Maya's hands shook as she stared in the mirror. Her hair—once a nice, boring brown—was now violently orange. Like, traffic-cone orange. Like, what-was-I-thinking orange. "It's sup...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers frantically smoothing her hair for the millionth time. The humidity was already winning, turning her straightened stra...
I walked into third period chemistry feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. No, wait—it was four years of moving through hallways like I was underwa...
Mia wasn't supposed to be here. Her parents had given her a firm "absolutely not" when she'd asked about Jordan's pool party, but here she was, crouched behind the massive oak tree...