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Maya felt like a zombie, her brain absolutely fried from three weeks of finals prep. Her eyes burned from staring at flashcards until 2 AM, her existence reduced to coffee, crammin...
The pool party was already in full swing when Maya arrived fashionably late—aka, when she finally worked up the nerve to leave her house. Someone had already thrown a papaya into t...
The first rule of working at the community pool concession stand: never look directly at the lifeguards. Especially not Jake, with his stupid perfect hair and the way he leaned aga...
Maya's mom meant well with the DIY haircut. She really did. But staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, Maya could only see what looked like a lawnmower incident on the l...
Maya's phone buzzed in her palm as she hovered outside the community center entrance. The Snapchat notification from her best friend read: U GOT THIS. LOL. Maya's heart hammered ag...
Summer after sophomore year, everything changed. It started with the pool at Jordan's house—the kind of in-ground oasis that made you realize your family's above-ground monstrosity...
The backyard shimmered with that specific kind of magic that only happens when parents are out of town and someone's older brother leaves the garage fridge stocked. Lila stood at t...
I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my solo cup like it was a lifeline. Tyler's summer bash was supposed to be legendary, but I'd been hovering near the snack table for twen...
Marcus's plan was foolproof. Well, almost foolproof. Okay, it was definitely 40% foolproof, which was still a passing grade in Mrs. Henderson's algebra class. The mission: infiltr...
Maya's orange bobbed beneath the water, strands spreading like flame under the pool's surface. She'd done it last night — bleached and dyed it in her bathroom while her parents sle...
The ethernet cable lay coiled on the floor like a dead snake, mocking me. "It's just a house party, Maya. You'll be fine," I whispered to my reflection, adjusting my glasses for th...
The thing about middle school is that everyone's watching, and no one's watching, all at once. I learned this the day my mom cancelled our cable. "Budget cuts, Leo," she'd said, r...