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Maya's palms were practically dripping as she clutched her red solo cup, knuckles white. The humidity wasn't helping. Neither were the palm trees swaying lazily around Tyler's back...
I was basically a zombie. Three weeks into summer break and I'd already watched everything on Netflix, scrolled through TikTok until my thumb hurt, and developed a permanent crease...
Maya's orange hair caught the flickering party lights like a neon sign announcing her arrival—or her complete and total humiliation. She'd dyed it that morning as an act of rebelli...
The summer air hung thick and heavy as I pedaled my bike past the Miller house, where a stained-glass window caught the afternoon sun. Inside, I could see the flickering blue light...
Maya pulled her bucket hat down low, practically hiding her entire face. The last place she wanted to be was Jessica's annual summer pool party, but her mom had insisted she needed...
Maya's hair was supposed to be beach waves but came out more like electrocuted poodle. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the curling iron, only to have the humidity at Carson Par...
My hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, it looked like a papaya had exploded on my head. "You look like a traffic cone," Jordan said, trying not to laugh and failing s...
The baseball sat heavy in my palm like a heartbeat I couldn't slow down. Tomorrow was varsity tryouts, and Coach Miller had made it clear: only three spots open, thirty guys trying...
Maya's orange-streaked hair fell across her face as she fumbled with the iPhone, her screen flickering with the group chat that was already making plans without her. Again. "Whate...
Maya's summer job as a lifeguard at the Pine Hills Pool was supposed to be chill — just some swimming, some tanning, some getting paid to exist. But then Jacob showed up. Jacob, w...
I was a zombie. Not the brain-eating kind from movies, but worse—fifteen years old and practically living inside my iPhone, thumb scrolling through highlight reels of everyone's pe...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — frizzing out like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket, except way less funny and way more devastating. Especially at Jessica's pool ...