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Maya's summer plan involved watching Netflix and avoiding human interaction, but her mom had other ideas. Welcome to the concession stand at the local baseball field—population: he...
My hat collection was basically my entire personality. A dad hat for lazy days, a beanie for ~aesthetic~ vibes, and my prized possession: a vintage trucker hat that made me look li...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like a Goldfish memory — every morning she woke up wondering whose life she was living now. The hallways stretched forever, packed with stu...
My summer was supposed to be about becoming someone new—Instagram-worthy, curated, perfect. Instead, it became the summer I almost got eaten by a bear. It started with my mom's ne...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, knuckles white against the orange case. Another beach party, another night of being the awkward girl who couldn't small talk her way out o...
The orange vitamin bottle sat on Maya's dresser like a neon promise. Vitamin D Plus - her mom's latest attempt to fix her. "It'll help with everything," her mom had said. "Your mo...
Leo's palms were sweating so bad he could barely grip the **baseball** bat. At fifteen, standing in Maya's backyard surrounded by the popular crowd, he felt like he'd stepped into ...
Maya stared at the goldfish bowl on her nightstand. Neptune, her orange-and-white companion of three years, wasn't looking great. He'd been listing sideways since yesterday, and Go...
Maya stared at the orange gummy vitamin on her palm. Her mom swore these "teen glow" supplements would fix everything — her skin, her mood, her entire sophomore year existence. She...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even stepped through the gate of Jessica's backyard pool party. Her stomach did that thing it always did lately — a twisty knot that felt equ...
The goldfish was supposed to be my redemption arc. A low-stakes responsibility to prove to my mom that I could keep something alive for more than three weeks. But here I am, starin...
Maya stared at herself in the mirror, fingers nervously adjusting the brim of her vintage baseball cap. It was her dad's old Dodgers hat, perfectly worn in with a curved brim that ...