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Maya's fingers hovered over her iphone screen, doomscrolling through everyone's perfect summer posts while her best friend Jenna dragged her toward the backyard gate. "You've been...
My hair was absolutely wrecked. Frizz explosion. But Maya swore this pool party would be "lowkey chill" — her exact words. She didn't mention Tyler would be there. Tyler, with his ...
Maya's first mistake was letting Chloe talk her into joining the Padel Club. "Bro, it's literally just tennis with walls," Chloe had said, flipping her hair with that effortless c...
Maya stood at the padel court, clutching her racket like a lifeline. The neon lights buzzed overhead as Jake—the reigning king of sophomore PE—served the ball. *Thwack.* Against th...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating—gross, clammy, the kind of sweat that made holding your phone feel like gripping a melting ice cream bar. She wiped them on her ...
I'm staring at my bathroom mirror, fingers buried in my frizzy mess of hair, when Mom yells up the stairs about my **vitamin** D supplement again. Like, seriously? I'm fourteen, no...
Maya's sphinx costume smelled like old craft store glue and desperation. She'd spent three weeks sewing it, convinced this would be the night she finally stopped being Background C...
Maya's first week as a lifeguard at the Pine Ridge Community Pool was not the summer of empowerment she'd envisioned. Mostly, it was avoiding eye contact with the popular kids who ...
Maya stood outside the rec center, clutching the plastic **water** bottle like it was a lifeline. The Spring Fling was in full swing inside—music thumping, people laughing, the kin...
My fedora was dumb. I knew it. Everyone at Jessica's pool party knew it. But it was my armor against a world where I felt permanently ghostly, like some social zombie drifting thro...
My goldfish had been alive for three years — longer than most of my friendships — and somehow that felt significant. The morning before Maya's birthday pool party, I found Finch fl...
Marcus hates how good Jordan looks in a polo. Not that he'd ever say that out loud. Instead he just nods at Jordan's bag as they walk toward the bike rack. "You playing padel this...