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The first week of freshman year, I walked through the halls like a zombie—phone glued to my hand, eyes glazed over, moving through the motions but barely feeling anything. My siste...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like some exotic alien artifact, totally out of place among the pizza boxes and red Solo cups. I'd been staring at it for ten minutes, mostly ...
The first day of freshman year, my mom thrust a bottle of neon-orange gummies at me. "Take your vitamin," she insisted, like it was some magical shield against high school social ...
The pool deck smelled like desperation and too much chlorine. I stood there in my Speedo that was definitely two sizes too small, trying out for the swim team because Mom said coll...
Mia's fingers froze over her phone screen. Three empty bubbles from Tyler sat there, mocking her. She'd been **spy**ing on his Instagram for twenty minutes—zooming in on every pixe...
Maya stared at the glossy flyer across the cafeteria table. Jasmine, the junior who somehow got perfect attendance despite skipping every Friday, was pitching something called "Glo...
The moment Maya stepped through the gate, she felt it — the specific kind of social death that hits you when you realize you're the only one wearing jeans at a pool party. A wide-b...
Maya's first day at Ridgeview High, she chose the wrong seat in the cafeteria. Behind her: Tyler Chen, whose hair fell in that perfect, effortless cascade that basically screamed I...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my comeback tour. After three months of being "that kid who puked in algebra," I'd carefully curated a new aesthetic: vintage t...
Maya's phone buzzed with the fifth 'you coming?' text from Jake. She stared at her reflection, the **orange** hair dye still staining her sink where she'd attempted to give herself...
Maya's hair had been her security blanket since middle school — waist-length, dark and always perfectly braided. But today, she'd showed up with it chopped to her shoulders, the ne...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts for the third time, watching as kids from her AP Bio class cannonballed into Jake's backyard pool. The invitation ha...