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My hair was supposed to be sunset pink, not whatever color this was. Like, I'd spent three hours bleaching it in my bathroom, following that YouTube tutorial exactly, and now I loo...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her solo cup like a lifeline. She felt like a **zombie**—three hours of sleep after finishing her AP Euro project would do that to...
Maya's cat, Jinx, had developed a bizarre obsession. Every morning at exactly 7 AM, the orange tabby would sprint to the backyard and stare at the old stone sphinx statue their mom...
Maya's fingers hovered over her phone, the glow illuminating her dark bedroom. Another Friday night alone while Instagram stories flooded in—everyone at Jake's party, everyone exce...
The pool party invitation had been sitting on my counter for exactly three days. A pool party. In September. Clearly, Tyler's parents were rich enough to heat their pool to bathwat...
Maya hadn't slept in three days. Finals week had turned her into a certified zombie, shuffling through AP Chemistry with dark circles that could rival any apocalypse survivor. Her ...
Maya's dad's faded orange bucket hat was basically her emotional support animal. Freshman year at Canyon Ridge High, and she'd already figured out that blending in was safer than s...
Maya's **hair** was supposed to be beach waves but looked more like electrocuted poodle. She stood by the snack table at Tyler's pool party, clutching her **iPhone** like a lifelin...
I was officially the worst spy in history. Leaning against the concession stand at Tyler's pool party, I'd been "casually" watching Maya float in the water for twenty minutes too l...
Maya dragged herself into third period English feeling like a certified zombie. Three AP classes, volleyball practice, and her phone blowing up at 2 AM from That Group Chat would d...
The lightning crackled across the sky as I adjusted my skirt for the third time. Senior year. Supposed to be the time of my life, right? Try navigating three different versions of ...
My first summer as a lifeguard at Meadowbrook Pool was supposed to be chill—extra cash for converse, decent tan, endless hours scrolling TikTok between rescue attempts. Instead, it...