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Maya's palms were sweating through her pockets. The house party pulsed with bass-heavy music, flashing lights, and way too many people from Westwood High crammed into someone's bas...
The **water** in the McKennas' pool shimmered like liquid blue Jell-O, and somewhere in its depths, my dignity was drowning. I stood on the deck wearing trunks two sizes too big, c...
The community pool shimmered like something out of a TikTok filter, but inside? I was absolutely cooked. Standing by the snack bar in a swimsuit that felt two sizes too small while...
Maya's snap-back collection was legendary—or at least, that's what she told herself while arranging them on her shelf like tiny monuments to who she used to be. The Mariners cap fr...
Marcus shuffled into the baseball stadium, his eyes feeling like someone had poured sand in them. Three hours of sleep. Four days straight. The history project on Egyptian pyramids...
The cabin had no WiFi. Like, none. zero bars. My iPhone sat on the nightstand, its black screen mocking me. "You'll survive," Chloe said, rolling her eyes as she applied lip gloss...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her grip on the padel racquet. This was so embarrassing—why had she let Chloe talk her into this? Everyone else on the court looked lik...
Maya's hair had been doing its own thing since seventh grade — a chaotic explosion of frizz that refused to be tamed by conditioner, prayer, or the expensive serum her mom swore by...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the brim of her grandpa's vintage fedora. It was perfect. Or at least, she hoped it was perfect for her first real date wit...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running a hand over the disastrous buzzcut her cousin had given her last night. "You look like a bear," her little brother had...
The pyramid of energy drinks shimmered under the concession stand lights — twelve rows of blue and silver cans, rising toward the ceiling like some kind of teenage monument to slee...
Jordan's vintage adidas bucket hat — the one she'd thrifted for three hours to find — floated in the middle of the community pool like a abandoned ship. It had slipped off during w...