Sunset Orange
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, trying to look casual while dying inside. "You good?" Chelsea raised an...
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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, trying to look casual while dying inside. "You good?" Chelsea raised an...
Maya's brain felt like actual literal mush. Third straight day of tech week, and she was running on residual energy vibes and questionable caffeine choices. The school pyramid—like...
The pool party invitation had been sitting on my nightstand for three days, mocking me. Everyone was going to be there — including Sarah, who I'd been lowkey crushing on since seve...
My goldfish, Fin, was the only one who knew about the crush I had on Lucas—the baseball player with the arm that could launch a ball into orbit and the smile that made my stomach d...
Maya gripped the edge of the plastic plate, staring at the papaya chunks like they were alien artifacts. Everyone else had chips or pizza or whatever normal people ate at pool part...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through my orange swim trunks as I stood at the edge of McKenna's pool party. The seventh grade social hierarchy was in full effect,...
Maya's orange tankini felt way too bright against the sea of muted blues and blacks at Jordan's pool party. She'd agonized over the swimsuit for three days, and now she stood at th...
I sat on the bottom bleacher, my butt going numb against the cold orange plastic, watching everyone else live their best homecoming dance lives. My goldfish, Fernando — may he rest...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Jake's graduation party raged around her—kids she'd known since middle school, now someho...
My first day at the Pine Creek Pool snack bar, and I was already vibrating with anxiety. The neon green uniform basically screamed "rookie." I'd spent the morning mentally preparin...
I slipped my phone into the waterproof pouch and smoothed my hair, already regretting agreeing to come to Jordan's pool party. The invite had said "bring swimsuits and good vibes o...
My mom's new "business opportunity" sat on the kitchen counter: a fluorescent pink bottle of something called RadianceBoost. It was basically sugar water with a splash of vitamin w...