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Maya's heart did that thing where it felt like a hummingbird was trapped in her chest. The popular crowd's pool party. Her nemesis since seventh grade, Chloe—aka the Sphinx, becaus...
Maya stared at her reflection, ready to cry. The home hair kit promised beach waves, but she looked more like she'd been electrocuted. Her normally sleek dark hair was now a frizzy...
Maya pulled her oversized bucket **hat** lower, checking her reflection in the sliding glass door. It was her armor—a vintage navy blue monstrosity from the thrift store that said ...
Working as a lifeguard at the community pool was supposed to be chill — easy money and proximity to Jessica Martinez, who wore her bikini like she owned the water. Then the stray ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect the effortless waves everyone at school made look natural, but her curls had other p...
I was running before I even learned to tie my own shoes. Not the fun kind—like, actual sprinting away from problems. My dad called it my 'superpower.' Mom called it 'avoidance beha...
The country club's padel court glowed under the string lights, Friday night's crowd thickening by the minute. I gripped my racket, palms sweating, while Tyler—the undisputed social...
Leo's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his jeans, staring at the cafeteria table where Brandon—the guy who'd been his best friend since kindergarten—now sat with the va...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The YMCA swimming tryouts loomed before her—literally. The diving board stretched out like a wooden tongue,...
The county fair smelled like fried dough and livestock, which honestly was the perfect metaphor for sophomore year.我和Maya stood by the stock show ring, watching some poor kid get d...
The sun wasn't even up when I got Maya's text: ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. PADEL COURTS. NOW. I dragged myself out of bed feeling like a actual zombie—three hours of sleep will do that to ...
Alex adjusted his cap, sweat dripping down his neck as Coach Miller yelled from the dugout. "Jackson, eyes on the ball! This isn't rocket science!" The baseball diamond shimmered i...