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I should've listened when Mom warned me about the papaya. Actually, who am I kidding? She didn't warn me. She'd practically force-fed me the 'brain-boosting breakfast of champions'...
Maya was tired of running. Running from her mom's questions about college applications, running from her friends' expectations about which boys she should like, running from the ve...
Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizzy disaster into something that wouldn't make her look like she'd stuck a fork in an el...
Chloe's legs burned as she pounded the pavement, her running shoes slapping against the dark asphalt. Three miles down, two to go. This was supposed to be her transformation summer...
I'd been **spy**ing on Jake from my bedroom window for weeks. Pathetic, I know. But there was something about the way he did laps in his pool every afternoon at 4—relentless, focus...
Marcus stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, picking spinach out of his teeth for the third time. The pool party at Jessica's house was his shot—finally, a chance to tal...
I'd been running from my problems since seventh grade, literally and figuratively. Track practice was my excuse—three miles a day, six days a week. Coach Thompson said I had 'natur...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, holding up the brightest orange beanie she'd ever seen. Her grandma had knitted it – because grandmas love making questionable fashion choices – ...
The pool glowed that perfect artificial blue that only exists in Instagram posts and expensive suburbs. I stood at the edge, clutching my solo cup like it was a lifeline, while eve...
I'd been operating on pure zombie mode for three weeks straight—finals will do that to you. My brain felt like it had been hollowed out with a spoon, replaced with nothing but calc...
Maya's mother had packed her lunch again — papaya chunks in a Tupperware that smelled like tropical guilt. In a cafeteria where everyone else had pepperoni pizza or mystery meat sa...
Maya stared at the text message, her thumbs hovering over the screen.泳池派对。周五晚。上流社会。 Pool party. Friday night. The upper echelon. This wasn't just any invite. This was Sierra's pa...