Goldfish in an Orange Shirt
Maya's first day at Northwood High, and she'd already committed three cardinal sins before lunch. Sin one: wearing that bright orange shirt her mom swore 'popped.' It didn't pop. ...
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Maya's first day at Northwood High, and she'd already committed three cardinal sins before lunch. Sin one: wearing that bright orange shirt her mom swore 'popped.' It didn't pop. ...
I'm floating in the crystal-blue pool water, pretending not to notice Tyler's annoying voice droning on about his "sick summer internship" at his dad's company. My iPhone sits pool...
The sweat pooling in my palms wasn't from the heat — it was pure, unadulterated panic. My first high school party, and I was already cornered by Jason Miller, the self-appointed bu...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The text from Jordan still glowed on her screen: 'U coming? Everyone's waiting.' Swimming had alw...
Maya pulled the brim of her bucket hat lower, wishing she could disappear into its shadow. The pool party was loud with music and splashing freshmen, and she'd been standing by the...
Maya's first week of freshman year wasn't going exactly according to plan. The high school social pyramid was way more complicated than middle school, and she'd already accidentall...
The alarm blared at 5 AM, and I dragged myself out of bed feeling like a total zombie. I'd been functioning on autopilot for weeks—school, practice, homework, repeat. My life was ...
The kitchen hummed with party noise—muffled bass, distant laughter, the clink of red cups against countertops. I stood frozen in front of the fruit platter like it was some kind of...
Maya's fingers flew across her controller, headset glowing with that familiar blue light. The ethernet cable snaked across her floor like a digital lifeline, connecting her to the ...
Maya's baseball cap felt like a crown she hadn't earned yet. Tryouts were tomorrow, and her palms kept sweating through her batting gloves. "You're gonna crush it," said Jalen, lea...
Maya's bedroom was her studio. Her sanctuary. The place where she livestreamed every Friday night to her 12,000 followers, becoming someone confident and hilarious—totally not the ...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, her heart racing faster than the bass from the Bluetooth speakers. This was it—Jake Henderson's legendary start-of-summer party, and she was...