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Maya's iPhone dinged with another Insta notification—her eleventh since lunch. She ignored it, staring instead at the lake's glassy surface reflecting the pink sunset. Summer camp ...
The camouflage hat covered everything – my anxiety, my indecision, and the definitely-not-great pixie cut I'd given myself at 2 AM after watching too many TikTok transformation vid...
Marcus adjusted his cap, fingers sweaty on the aluminum bat. Tryouts were today, and everyone would be watching. Not just Coach Miller—everyone. "You got this," said Zoya, danglin...
Maya's palms were sweating, and it wasn't just because it was ninety degrees at the baseball field. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—again—for the fifth time in ten minutes. The iPho...
Marcus adjusted his snapback, trying to look casual while secretly dying inside. The padel courts at the country club were basically holy ground for the popular crowd, and here he ...
I floated through sophomore year like a goldfish in a bowl — going in circles, forgetting everything every seven seconds, wondering if the glass was keeping me safe or just trappin...
Maya's mom had dropped her off twenty minutes ago, and she'd been ghosting near the snack table ever since. The ridiculous fox-ear hat perched on her head wasn't helping anything. ...
I absolutely dreaded the Friday pool party. My hair was a complete disaster - frizzy, unmanageable, and totally not helping my already spiraling confidence. I'd taken every vitamin...
The problem wasn't that I didn't want to go to Maya's party. The problem was that my mom had handed me a chewable vitamin literally ten seconds before walking out the door, and now...
Maya stood at the edge of Jayden's pool, toes curling against the warm concrete. The water twinkled below, deceptively inviting. Her fresh pixie cut—three days old and still feelin...
The mechanical bull at Jake's Party Zone had it out for me. I knew this, yet I still let Maya talk me into riding it. "You got this, Sofia!" she yelled over the thumping bass, her...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd swallowed fire. Cross-country practice at Ridgeview High meant running until her legs turned to jelly, but today was worse. Coach Bryant kept yelling...