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Maya's phone buzzed. Third streak notification in five minutes. "You're actually addicted," Jordan said, dropping onto the bench beside her. He held out a papaya like it was a pea...
The spinach smoothie sat in front of me like a green radioactive mistake. "Drink up, champ," my dad said, way too cheerful for 7 AM on the first day of summer break. "It's your gr...
The neon orange socks stared back at me from my locker—my lucky charm, my safety blanket, my total crutch. "You going to the padel tournament, or just admiring your footwear?" Jord...
My makeup was running. Again. Three hours of green zombie face paint, literally melting down my neck because the AC in the haunted house decided to quit right before the biggest ni...
Maya's hands were sweating so much she could practically water plants with her palms. She gripped the Solo cup tighter, desperately trying to look chill at Josh's pool party like i...
Maya slouched against the bathroom door, iPhone clutched like a lifeline. The screen glowed with Jasper's text: *u coming 2 the dip? everyone's gonna b there.* Outside, her mom's v...
The goldfish crunched between my teeth, tiny orange dust settling on my bottom lip. Brent watched me, his eyebrows disappearing under his messy hair. "Dude, did you just eat pet f...
I stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching my red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Everyone else was either doing cannonballs or playing beer pong with actual soda because th...
Maya dragged herself through third period AP US History, functioning on three hours of sleep and an iced coffee that had gone warm twenty minutes ago. Total zombie mode — the kind ...
The iphone 12's lock screen stared back at me—five missed texts from Maya, all variations of "where are you??" I swiped left, panic rising like tide water. Tonight was the lake hou...
Maya stared at her reflection, the neon **orange** hair dye dripping onto the bathroom counter like radioactive sludge. Her mom was gonna lose it, but honestly? Maya was done with ...
Jordan's mom insisted on the green smoothie. "It's just spinach and banana, honey. You'll thank me when you're older." "I'm fifteen now, that's basically older," Jordan grumbled, ...