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Maya felt like a literal zombie as she dragged herself through the hallway, eyeliner smudging under eyes that had seen exactly three hours of sleep. The junior year grind was real,...
Maya stood in her kitchen, staring at the fluorescent orange fruit on the counter like it held the secrets to her entire existence. At fifteen, she'd decided summer was the perfect...
Leo stood on the mound, sweat dripping down his temple as the summer heat baked the baseball field. Coach Miller screamed from the dugout, but Leo's mind was somewhere else entirel...
The community pool job was supposed to be easy money. Instead, it became the summer everything changed. "Your hair's gonna turn green," Leo warned on my first day, flipping a base...
Kai's goldfish had better social skills than him. At least Gary didn't overthink every party invitation or panic when Maya from AP Chem made eye contact across the cafeteria. "You...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her orange soda like it was a lifeline. The backyard was packed with juniors from North High, all splashing and laughing like th...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a complex ecosystem, and Maya? She was barely surviving. She sat at her usual corner table, picking at the edges of a sad sandwich, wa...
Maya stood by the **water**, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The graduation pool party. Everyone was here. Everyone except her, apparently. "Yo, you gonna actually get...
Maya's frizzy hair betrayed her again—standing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket right before summer swim team tryouts. Her mom's solution: papaya hair masks. ...
Maya ran her fingers through her newly chopped hair, feeling the jagged ends where the bathroom scissors had betrayed her. The pixie cut she'd imagined had turned into a disaster t...
Maya's Wellness Era was not going according to plan. "It's loaded with vitamin C, honey," her mom had said that morning, pressing the strange orange fruit into her hands. Now the ...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Jenna's annual pool party. The social event of the summer that I'd been overthinking for three weeks straight. "You okay?" M...