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The summer I turned fifteen, my dog Barnaby and I developed a routine. We'd wake up at dawn, grab my baseball glove from where it sat gathering dust on the porch, and start running...
Maya's heart hammered like it always did when she was running, but today the rhythm felt different — heavier, like the weight of the decision she'd made sitting in her bathroom cab...
Maya's **goldfish**, named Fin, swam in circles in his bowl on her nightstand. His three-second memory span felt ironic considering she'd been crushing on Jake since seventh grade ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool party. Everyone looked so effortless, so completely at ease in their skin. She adjusted her swimsuit for the milli...
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...