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Summer in the suburbs meant pool parties and fake confidence. I leaned against the rough bark of the palm tree in Megan's backyard, nursing a flat orange soda while watching the sw...
The goldfish bowl sat on my nightstand, its lone inhabitant - a neon-orange fish creatively named Swimmy - floating in the same three circles it had been tracing since I won it at ...
My hair looked like a bomb had gone off at a beauty salon. Specifically, MY beauty salon. aka my bathroom mirror at 2 AM with kitchen scissors and way too much confidence. "You cu...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep, two AP exams, and one existential crisis would do that to you. Her phone buzzed again — ...
The baseball cap was my armor. Pulled low over my eyes, it was basically a force field against the world—or at least against having to make small talk in the hallways between AP Ch...
The palm trees swayed in the July heat like they didn't have a care in the world, unlike me. My parents had dragged me to this ridiculous country club where everyone's net worth wa...
Maya's palms were sweating, and not from the summer heat. She'd been **running** track since seventh grade, literal circles around everyone else. But this? This was different terr...
Maya's kitchen smelled like tropical failure. Her third attempt at a papaya-vitamin super smoothie sat on the counter, looking suspiciously like chunky pink sludge. "Gross," she m...
Maya's arms felt like lead weights as she dragged herself out of the pool at 5:30 AM. Another two hours of swimming laps before school even started. Coach Torres kept shouting some...
Maya's **iPhone** buzzed with that familiar dread vibration — another group chat blowup. Honestly, she was about one emoji reaction away from throwing her phone into the lake at Ca...
Jordan's fingers hovered over the send button, the WiFi indicator doing that annoying red thing. The cable modem was dead again. Third time this week. "You've got to be kidding me...
Chloe stared at the mirror, tears blurring her reflection. The DIY bleaching kit had promised sun-kissed highlights, but instead her dark hair now looked like straw—brittle, orange...