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Friday night at my place meant I was zombie mode—eyes half-open, phone at 3% brightness, doom-scrolling through people living their best lives while I lay in the dark. Again. The ...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep after finals week would do that to you. Her phone buzzed — Jordan's party started twenty minutes ago and she was still sta...
Marcus had been running from the pool party for three hours. Literally running. His Nike Air Max hit the pavement as he jogged another lap around the block, sweat dripping down his...
My hair was doing that thing again—that honest-to-god frizz explosion that made me look like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical outlet. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the flatiro...
Maya's hair had always been her thing—long, dark curls that bounced when she walked, that she could flip over her shoulder at just the right moment. Until the day she cut it all of...
When Jessica bet me I couldn't make the varsity swimming team, I should've known better. She was my best friend, but she was also ruthless when it came to dares. "You have zero co...
The humidity hit me like a wall when I stepped onto the beach. Coachella weekend, supposedly the ultimate rite of passage for juniors at my high school. I stood there gripping my *...
Jade's dad dropped her off at the Willow Creek Country Club at 7:45 AM, three oversized towels and her pride stuffed into her backpack. She was the new swim instructor – the schola...
Maya's mom had gone papaya crazy. Again. "It's traditional, Maya. Your abuela's secret recipe for healthy, strong hair." Maya stared at the orange mush in the bowl. It smelled li...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. This was it — Jordan's legendary end-of-year party, and she was seriously considering just swimming ...
Maya stared at the cafeteria hierarchy like it was some ancient pyramid scheme she couldn't quite decode. The popular kids at the top, the athletes just below them, everyone else s...
The carnival goldfish was supposed to be dead by Monday. That's what my brother said when I won it — spent ten bucks tossing ping pong balls into tiny bowls, just because my crush ...