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Maya's goldfish bowl sat on her nightstand like a tiny, glass universe. Bubbles—a name she'd given him ironically, since he did absolutely nothing but swim in circles—was her only ...
Maya's palms were sweating like crazy as she stood outside Kai's front door. This was it — meeting the parents, the older sister, the legendary family pet everyone at school kept t...
Maya's hair had seen better days. The DIY bleach job she'd attempted at 2 AM after watching too many TikTok tutorials had turned her formerly glossy brown waves into something rese...
Maya felt like a walking zombie. Three days of finals, two all-nighters, and approximately zero percent of her brain still functioning. Which explained why she was at Tyler's end-o...
Marcus stared at the limp spinach on his plate, pushing it around with his fork like it was radioactive. His mom's voice echoed from the kitchen: "Eat your greens, honey! You need ...
Maya's mom had packed her a spinach smoothie for breakfast—because nothing says 'cool at a pool party' like green teeth stains. She checked her reflection in the sliding glass door...
Maya stood in front of Jordan's bathroom mirror, picking at the piece of **spinach** wedged between her front teeth. Great. First house party of sophomore year, and she looked like...
Maya's summer had been one giant flop until the country club gig fell into her lap. Her cousin's boyfriend's uncle needed someone to watch the front desk at Fox Hollow Resort. Easy...
Jake floated through first period like a zombie, his eyes burning from another 3 AM raid in Apex Legends. His brain felt fried, existing somewhere between consciousness and that we...
Maya stood behind the chain-link fence, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. Her best friend Chloe had texted her at 8 AM: *I need you to spy on Lucas. He's at the padel cou...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. It was ridiculous, really—she'd been waiting for this moment since seventh grade, and now that Kai was ...
The humidity hit me like a wall when I stepped off the bus—thick **water**-laden air that made my vintage band tee stick to my back in all the wrong ways. Summer in the suburbs mea...