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Maya's summer was supposed to be basic — just another three months of scrolling through cable TV reruns while her friends posted Instagram stories from beaches she'd never see. But...
Maya's iphone buzzed with another notification from the group chat she definitely wasn't supposed to be in. Three weeks ago, she'd been nobody—just a sophomore who spent lunch peri...
Max's dad dropped him off at the rec center with his baseball gear, even though Max had secretly signed up for padel lessons instead. His cap was pulled low, hiding the terror in h...
Maya sat at the back of the classroom like a living sphinx—mysterious, unreadable, impossible to impress. When she spoke, which wasn't often, everyone listened like she might drop ...
Chlorine and cheap sunscreen — that's what summer smells like. Or at least, that's what the Ridgeview Pool parking lot smells like at 7 AM when I'm dragging myself to swim practice...
My hair was doing that thing where it stood straight up, electrostatic rebellion against every product I'd dumped on it. Senior prom was in three hours, and I looked like a frighte...
Maya tugged the brim of her dad's fishing hat lower, practically disappearing inside it. The beige monstrosity was her only defense against the senior section of the backyard, wher...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, adjusting the thrift-store beret she'd spent forty-five minutes positioning perfectly. It was giving main character energy, or at least that's wh...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, heart doing that stupid flutter it always did when *his* name popped up. The iPhone 14 she'd worked all spring at Smoothie King to afford glow...
Maya's iphone buzzed with another Instagram notification—120 likes and counting on the photo of her aesthetically arranged açai bowl. She groaned and flipped it face-down on her ki...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She leaned against the bleachers, clutching her phone like a lifeline, watching Zach—the cute sopho...
Maya'siphone lay face-down on the pool deck, its screen lighting up every thirty seconds with texts she refused to read. *He's blowing up your phone,* her brain supplied. *Again.* ...