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The pool glittered like dissolved diamonds under the patio lights, but Maya stood at the edge fully clothed. Seventeen and still terrified of water she couldn't see the bottom of. ...
Maya's hair had declared war. A catastrophic combination of humidity and a failed DIY dye job had left her looking like a sentient orange fuzzball the day before sophomore year ori...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be chill, but my stomach was doing full rotations. I perched on the edge of the diving board, watching Jordan—okay, let's be real,...
Maya's Instagram feed was a carefully curated highlight reel of a life she wasn't actually living. Her iphone case—a sparkly pink number she'd begged for—felt like a prop sometimes...
The pool deck was basically my natural habitat during summer, but today it felt more like a crime scene. Coach Martinez had me on lane four, aka the lane of shame, where everyone w...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at the cracked screen of her phone. No bars. No service. Just that glorious, spinn...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind with dramatic plot twists and devastating romance arcs. The awkward, shuffling kind — the result of pulling three all-nighters i...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the pool. Maya's annual summer party. The one where every popular kid from Westwood High showed up in their best swimsuits, pretending n...
Maya dragged herself into third period looking like a zombie from a B-rated movie. Three consecutive all-nighters will do that to you—thanks, AP Euro and that impossible history do...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, staring at herself in the bathroom mirror. The first school dance of freshman year was in two hou...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone, the group chat blowing up with notifications about Tyler's pool party. The invite list had dropped twenty minutes ago, and she wasn't on it....
My hair was a disaster that summer. I'd dyed it electric blue two weeks before camp, thinking it would make me look edgy and mysterious, like one of those Tumblr girls who always h...