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The fluorescent lights of the indoor padel court hummed as I adjusted my lucky backwards cap—same one I'd worn through every failed test and awkward first kiss since seventh grade....
Maya stood before the mirror, running fingers through her newly-dyed orange hair. It wasn't subtle. It wasn't safe. It was exactly what she needed. "You're actually doing this?" L...
The block party blared with Spotify bass and overlapping conversations. Maya clutched her red solo cup like a shield, throat tight. Why did she agree to come? Being fifteen meant c...
Maya stood by the snack table, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her orange crop top. It was her first real house party since transferring to Northwood High, and she was lowkey pan...
Maya's iPhone felt like a heavy, glowing brick in her palm as she leaned against the kitchen island at Tyler's party. Screen brightness down, Instagram notifications piling up like...
Maya pressed her forehead against the window, watching lightning split the sky like someone had taken a highlighter to the clouds. Her cat, Bean, curled around her ankles, purring ...
The humidity was absolute trash—sticky, oppressive, the kind that makes your clothes cling like a desperate ex. I stood behind the counter at Miller's Pond Fair, watching Tyler (ak...
Maya stood at the edge of the swimming pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The sophomore summer splash party. Every. Single. Year. And every single year, she spent two hour...
I'd been in zombie state for three days straight—finals week will do that to you. My brain felt like it had been partially eaten, which was honestly kind of perfect considering I'd...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even saw the pool behind Chloe's house. Teenagers scattered across the backyard like confetti—some cannonballing into the water, others prete...
The lake house party was supposed to be legendary. Maya had been hyping it up all week — swimming, bonfire, the whole aesthetic. But standing on the dock in her mismatched bikini w...
Leo stared at his reflection in the mirror, the iPhone flashlight illuminating what his mom had generously called "an experimental haircut." What it actually looked like was a lawn...