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Maya's mom packed that gross spinach smoothie again. "It's good for your muscles!" she'd chirped that morning, like Maya wasn't already stressing enough about swim tryouts. Now the...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. The party noise washed over her—loud mu...
Maya gripped her Solo cup like a lifeline, the condensation slick against her palm. It was Tyler's summer bash, and somehow she'd spent forty minutes hovering near the snack table ...
Jordan's hands shook as she lined up the shot. The pool hall was packed—Friday night meant every clique from sophomore to senior year crammed into the dim space, bumping hips and s...
Maya's life flashed before her eyes—or at least, the last three seconds of it, captured on her cracked iPhone screen. The video showed it all: her stepping up to the Homecoming cou...
The humidity in the natatorium hung heavy, thick enough to chew. Maya adjusted her goggles for the third time, her heart doing that frantic flutter thing whenever HE looked her way...
Maya's mom had dropped her off at Jake's house with that familiar mix of worry and fake nonchalance. "Text me every hour," she'd called through the car window. Maya had nodded, adj...
Milo stood at the edge of the in-ground pool, clutching his red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. Sarah's parents' house blared music that vibrated in his chest, and everywhere he l...
Marcus adjusted his fake Ray-Bans in the rearview mirror. The car smelled like Jenna's tropical vape and the two gummy vitamins she'd shoved at him. "Take these," she'd said. "The...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the glow illuminating her face in the darkness of the lake house porch. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but she kept filming, determ...
Maya's first day at Northwood High could've gone better. Actually, scratch that—it went exactly as catastrophically as her anxious brain had predicted at 3 AM. She'd spent forty-f...
Maya's hands shook as she gripped her padel racket, the court's blue surface blurring through her tears. Fifteen years old and already the universe had decided to test her with the...