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Maya clutched her cup like a lifeline, the condensation slick against her palm. Jordan's end-of-school pool party raged around her—some sophomore she barely knew had already done a...
Maya's throat felt like she'd swallowed a gallon of pool **water**—chlorinated and burning. She stood backstage in the ridiculous papier-mâché **sphinx** mask that made her look li...
Maya's mom had started the whole vitamin obsession after watching three too many wellness influencers on TikTok. Now Maya's backpack contained a ziploc bag of supplements that clan...
Maya stood by the pool, clutching her padel racket like a shield. The annual summer barbecue was supposed to be chill, but everything felt wrong. Her ex-best friend Chloe was acros...
Marcus pulled his beanie down lower, eyes darting across the cafeteria. The hat was his armor—same black Carhartt half the guys wore, but on him it felt like a spotlight. Ever sinc...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim. Three rows behind her in AP English, Ryan—the absolute fox of sophomore year—was ...
Maya stared at her reflection, the vintage fedora perched awkwardly on her head. It was supposed to be her summer reinvention—new Maya, confident Maya, Maya who didn't freeze up ev...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers trembling through what used to be her hair. Now it was cotton-candy pink—a complete fail from the "subtle chestnut" the box had promised. Her...
Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. She'd spent forty minutes trying to tame the frizz, but the humid air had other plans. Great. Just great. She smoothed it down one more time ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the fifth time in two minutes. Another notification from the group chat. 'Emergency meeting at the food court NOW.' She considered ignoring it. For three...
The spinach incident started everything. I was running late for baseball tryouts—again—when my mom decided to get experimental with lunch. "Just one bite," she'd said, shoving a f...
Leo's kitchen looked like a war zone. His dad, nicknamed Bear since forever for his intimidating football coach energy, would absolutely lose it when he saw this mess. But Leo had ...