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The vitamin gummies hit my tongue like sour revenge—cherry flavored misery. Another day of my summer "wellness journey," aka my mom's attempt to fix me after I bombed freshman year...
Maya Chen knew exactly where she sat on the Washington High pyramid: somewhere near the bottom, just above the kids who ate lunch in the library and below the soccer players who so...
The **orange** sunsets in Florida were supposed to be beautiful, but mostly they just signaled another night of pretending to be someone I wasn't. I slouched against the **palm** t...
The party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, clutching her red baseball cap like a security blanket. Junior year. The summer everything changed. She spotted him immediat...
The Sphinx sat at the deep end of the pool, her legs crossed like she was meditating or maybe just plotting world domination. Her real name was Riley, but nobody called her that an...
Maya was running down Maple Street like the literal devil was chasing her, which honestly wasn't far from the truth. The devil in this case being Mrs. Henderson's prize-winning Per...
The pool party at Jordan's house was supposed to be my chance to finally talk to Maya. I'd been crushing on her since September, and somehow she'd invited me to her best friend's b...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, 12% battery glowing like a warning light. At Jordan's house party, the social pyramid was visible even in the dim lighting—varsity ch...
I stood at the edge of Jake Morrison's backyard pool, clutching a paper plate with the most awkward fruit salad known to humankind. Across the deck, the varsity swim team laughed l...
The smoothie shop job was supposed to be easy. Make drinks, collect tips, survive summer without embarrassing myself. But here I was, staring down my worst enemy: a papaya. "You g...
Maya's hair refused to behave, frizzing into a chaotic halo despite three different products. She stood before the mirror, analyzing every strand like it held the meaning of her en...
My hair was doing that thing it does when humidity hits ninety percent—basically a frizzy halo of rebellion. I tugged at my ponytail, watching the papaya smoothie congeal on the co...