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The summer before freshman year, my friendship with Maya felt like that goldfish I won at the carnival — swimming in circles, trapped in a tiny bag, wondering if we'd make it to th...
Riley Simms caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror—fresh haircut, new hoodie, zero hesitation. This was it. sophomore year was going to be different. No more lurking in the b...
Maya's sneakers squeaked against the gym floor, echoing like nervous applause. She'd been **running** late to third period again, but this time it wasn't because she overslept—it w...
Leo's lunch box sat on his desk like a radioactive object. Inside: papaya chunks his mom had sprinkled with chili powder and lime, exactly the way her Filipino grandmother had made...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iphone screen at 2:47 AM, watching Kai's story for the third time tonight. Not in a creepy way—or at least that's what she told herself. It was basica...
The pool party invitation sat on my desk like a death warrant. Okay, that's dramatic. But when you're fifteen and you've successfully avoided pool parties for three straight summer...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like an alien artifact, bright orange and weirdly bumpy against my parents' otherwise beige aesthetic. My dad had bought it on some health kic...
Maya pulled her baseball cap low, trying to disappear. The beige brim hid more than her forehead—it was a fortress against the judgmental glares of the popular crowd clustered arou...
The orange glow of sunset bathed the padel court as Maya adjusted her ponytail for the third time. Tryouts. Finally. Her heart hammered against her ribs like it was trying to break...
The goldfish was supposed to be a metaphor for my entire freshman year at Northwood High. Swimming in circles. Going nowhere. Watching everything happen from behind glass. His nam...
Maya pulled the brim of her bucket hat lower, practically disappearing into its shadows. The neon green monstrosity was her armor—a literal and metaphorical shield against the judg...
Mira stood outside the gym, clutching her padel racket like it might suddenly save her from sophomore year social suicide. The locker room buzzed with whispers about Jake's party F...