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My summer job as a lifeguard at the Pine Valley Community Pool was supposed to be chill — just me, my whistle, and endless hours of people-watching. Instead, it turned into the sum...
Maya stood by the **water**, the Pacific lapping at her flip-flops, trying to look casual. Meanwhile her heart was doing literal cartwheels because Jordan was five feet away, looki...
I looked like a zombie. Not the cool, intentional kind from Instagram—more like I'd been resurrected after three days of AP History cramming and zero sleep. My hair was doing that ...
The ethernet cable lay severed on my bedroom floor like a dead snake, and honestly? It felt like a sign from the universe. For three weeks, I'd been cyber-stalking Jordan's Spotify...
Maya's life revolved around two things: swimming and her phone. Not necessarily in that order. 'You gonna eat that spinach, or just stare at it?' Jordan asked, sliding into the ca...
Maya's palms were sweating as she clutched the red solo cup. Her best friend Chloe had dragged her to Tyler's end-of-summer blowout, but Maya felt like she was carrying around a gi...
The late June sun beat down on the cracked concrete of the Hendersons' backyard pool, turning the water into something that looked almost too blue to be real. I slumped in a plasti...
The pool was dead silent except for Marco's labored breathing. We'd been doing laps for hours, his weird senior year ritual to impress the varsity coach. I was just the friend who ...
Maya's black beanie was basically fused to her skull at this point. It was her shield, her vibe, her entire personality. Without it, she felt raw. Exposed. Like a lobster without i...
The worst part about working at Splashes 'N' Supplements wasn't the weird smell of chlorine mixed with berry protein powder. It was Maya. "You look like a zombie," she said, leani...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** down lower, fringe crushed against her forehead. Bad **hair** days were basically a personality trait at this point, but today was next level. She'd ...
Maya tugged her beanie lower, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. The hat wasn't even cool — it was just a defense mechanism against the terrifying reality that sophomore y...