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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The house party was in full swing—students from West High scattered across the backyard, music thump...
Fifteen-year-old Maya wasn't supposed to be the apartment complex's unofficial IT person, but here she was, holding a tangled mess of coaxial cable while Mrs. Chen from 4B complain...
I looked like a zombie. Not the cool kind from movies—all impressive decay and killer instincts—but the authentic high school version: three hours of sleep, dark circles that could...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The senior pyramid towered above her — literal human pyramid, six tiers deep, precariously ba...
I stared at my goldfish, Bubbles, who'd been living in his bowl longer than I'd been living in my own skin. Three years of high school and I was still that freshman who followed th...
The orange hair dye was supposed to be subtle highlights. Sun-kissed, natural, whatever that meant. Instead, Maya's hair looked like a traffic cone had exploded on her head. "It's...
The lightning crackled across the sky as I crouched behind the concession stand, clutching my phone like a lifeline. Okay, pause. I know how this looks. I'm not actually a spy—I'm ...
Maya's grandmother called it her sphinx face—that tight, closed-off expression she wore when she was guarding secrets. But really, Maya was just guarding her dignity. Standing in t...
Maya felt like a zombie—dead behind the eyes, moving through molasses, the kind of exhaustion that comes from five days of finals and exactly four hours of sleep total. The sun ref...
The **hat** was supposed to be my armor. A vintage cowboy hat I'd found at a thrift store, because apparently that's what you wear to a pool party when you're terrified of actually...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her oversized sun hat like a shield. The orange inflatable bear floated mockingly in the center of the water, exactly where Jake—the c...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her padel racquet like it might somehow make her invisible. The water shimmered with that perfect early-summer blue, the kin...