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Maya's parents owned The Green Leaf, that hipster cafe downtown where everything was kale this and quinoa that. She'd spent the entire summer hiding it from the pool crowd—the cool...
I was drowning before I even touched the water. Mom had me on this new vitamin routine that was supposed to help my "adolescent development" or whatever, which basically meant I wa...
The first day of my summer job at Silver Creek Country Club, I spilled papaya juice on a member's designer swimsuit. Not my finest moment, but honestly? The papaya smoothie station...
Maya's lungs burned like someone had lit a match inside her chest. Cross-country practice at Oak Creek High wasn't supposed to be spiritual, but Coach Miller insisted they find the...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her denim shorts (again) and took a sip from her Vitamin Water — the pink one, obviously — like it was some m...
Maya's beanie was basically her emotional support object. Pulled down to her eyebrows, it said don't-look-at-me without her having to actually speak. Which was perfect, because May...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a factory line of the undead. Students shuffled through lunch waves, eyes glazed, murmuring the same constant question: Are we gonna h...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already in the water, laughing and splashing like they'd been best friends forever. She'd...
Marcus gripped the bottle of vitamin C pills his mom thrust at him that morning. "For your immune system, sweetie," she'd said, but he knew it was really about his first official s...
Maya's phone buzzed with the third text from Chloe about beach plans, but she couldn't respond. Not when her mom was forcing her to help at Tía Rosa's fruit stand again, wearing th...
Working at TikTok's Juice Shack wasn't exactly how sixteen-year-old Maya planned to spend her summer, but it beat her parents' alternative: coding camp. At least here she could esc...
The alarm buzzed at 4:45 AM and I felt like a literal zombie—pale skin, dead eyes, zero brain function. Why did I sign up for swim team again? Oh right, because Harper said it woul...