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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, heart hammering like a bass drop at a music festival. The water sparkled like Instagram filters come to life, but she couldn't appreciate it. No...
The baseball cap pulled low over my eyes was basically armor. Freshman year and already an expert at disappearing. But at 6 AM, nobody's watching. That's when I hit the padel court...
Maya's hair had looked perfect when she left the house—beach waves cascading just right, the kind of effortless-looking style that took forty minutes and three products to achieve....
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she gripped her iPhone under the desk. Mr. Henderson was going on about quadratic equations (again), but Maya had bigger p...
Maya felt like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep after binge-wawning The Walking Dead until 3 AM would do that to you. But she couldn't bail on Stacy's pool party today. Not whe...
My first week at Pet Paradise should've been chill. Just feeding fish, cleaning cages, vibing with the hamsters. Basic stuff. But no, I had to become the employee who almost murder...
Maya's summer took a turn when she started dog-walking Buster—the neighborhood's most chaotic golden retriever—to save for concert tickets. She'd been drifting from her friend grou...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the third lap, the track blurring beneath her sneakers like a bad dream she couldn't wake up from. Coach Miller's voice echoed across the field: "...
Maya's thumb hovered over the follow button. Again. It had been two weeks since Jordan — her best friend since seventh grade, the one who knew her crushes before she did, who shar...
Maya pressed her face against the wooden fence, feeling like a total creep. She'd been **spy**-ing on the girl next door for three days now, watching from her bedroom window as thi...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The end-of-summer bash was in full swing—splash wars, bass-heavy music, and way too many people d...
The summer before sophomore year, I landed the worst job ever: restocking gummy **vitamin** displays at VitaminWorld while my best **friend** Chloe worked the counter. The uniform ...