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Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen at lightning speed, the blue light illuminating her face in the darkness of her bedroom. 2:47 AM. Again. "You're literally a spy now,"...
Marcus stared at the goldfish bowl on his nightstand, watching Neon float back and forth in that sad, endless loop. The fish was supposed to be his sister's, but she'd left it behi...
My friends call me Goldfish. Not because I'm orange or graceful, but because my brain apparently resets every three seconds during conversations. "You good, bro?" Marcus asked for...
Maya's fingers hovered over the bathroom counter, scissors gleaming under fluorescent lights. Her reflection stared back—same boring brown hair, same ponytail she'd worn since thir...
I wasn't supposed to be at Tyler's party. My mom thought I was at Maya's studying, which was technically true until Maya's older brother showed up with an invite to the party of th...
I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my phone like a lifeline. The sophomore spring fling was in full swing—literally. Bodies cannonballed, music thumped, and somewhere in th...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be casual but somehow everyone looked like they'd stepped out of a TikTok. Meanwhile, I hovered by the snack table, nursing a meltin...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme, and I was stuck at the bottom level. Freshman year, my social capital had been approximately zero, mostly because I'...
Maya's dad's old fedora was her security blanket, practically fused to her head since seventh grade. It covered the frizz she couldn't tame and gave her somewhere to hide during pa...
Maya stared at the goldfish bowl on her desk, the tiny fish swimming in endless circles. She felt like that sometimes—trapped in transparent glass, going nowhere fast. "Vitamin D ...
The papaya sat on my plate like an alien artifact—orange flesh glistening under the country club's chandelier. I poked it with my fork, acutely aware that everyone else at the tabl...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowing up about Jake's pool party—everyone going except her, apparently. She stared at the screen, thum...