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The papaya sat on the kitchen counter, bright orange and completely alien. My mom had bought it because it was on sale, but neither of us knew how to actually eat it. I poked it wi...
The papaya sat on my desk like some kind of exotic accusation, which honestly, it kind of was. Maya had brought it back from her family trip to Hawaii, and suddenly I was the girl ...
Leo stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The summer kickoff party was in full swing—kids cannonballing, music bumping, everyone looking so effort...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own, and today it had decided to stage a full-blown rebellion against the humidity. She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, armed with a straighten...
The orange sunset bled into the pool water as I stood there, nursing a warm soda, watching my best friend laugh across the deck with people I didn't know. Maya's new friends. Since...
Maya's orange hair was the first thing I noticed when she transferred to Oak Creek High. The second thing was how everyone treated her like she was already popular, while I was sti...
Jake's thumb hovered over Maya's profile for the third time that night. His friends called it creeping, but Jake preferred strategic reconnaissance. He'd been cyber-spying on Maya ...
Marcus adjusted his snapback, trying to look casual as he leaned against the chain-link fence. The neighborhood pool buzzed with end-of-summer energy—sunscreen and chlorine, shouti...
Leo stood poolside in his slightly-too-small Speedo, feeling like he'd rather face a literal **bear** than the sophomore girls' swim team. They glided through lanes with effortless...
Marcus stood outside Javier's house, clutching a plastic bag with his new goldfish—bought on impulse because his mom said he needed a hobby. The bass from inside thumped against hi...
Tyler's chest Hair. The kind you only see on movies. "No cap, that dude's a straight-up bear," Marcus whispered, elbowing me. I followed his gaze. The new kid—what was his name? ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, carefully arranging her curls so they fell just right over her shoulders. She'd spent forty minutes on her hair — a record, ev...