Goldfish in the Window
Maya pressed her forehead against the **cable**-spun window of the campus coffee shop, watching him. Him. The guy with the art history notebook and the signature coffee order—oat m...
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Maya pressed her forehead against the **cable**-spun window of the campus coffee shop, watching him. Him. The guy with the art history notebook and the signature coffee order—oat m...
The vitamin D gel caps sat in my palm like tiny golden promises. Mom swore they'd help me "bulk up" for basketball, but let's be real — I was five-foot-nothing and built like a poo...
I felt like a straight-up zombie working the Friday night shift at Pet World. Three hours of sleep, two exams, and way too much time overthinking Maya's text from yesterday—or thre...
The ocean breeze carried the scent of coconut sunscreen and teenage desperation. Maya leaned against the trunk of a towering palm tree, its rough bark pressing into her spine as sh...
The chlorine burned my eyes, but honestly? That was better than making eye contact with anyone at Jessica's party. I floated in the corner of the pool like a forgotten pool noodle,...
Maya stood by the snack table, nursing a flat orange soda while the party raged around her. This was supposed to be the freshman year kickoff, the night that would define her socia...
The padel court smelled like rubber and desperation, which, honestly, was just how sophomore year felt. Maya adjusted her grip on the racket, her palms sweating through the wristba...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his stupid spinach smoothie like it was a lifeline. His mom had packed it for "optimal nutrition" before his first real social...
The papaya sat on the counter like an alien artifact. My mom bought it because she's going through her 'exotic fruit phase' which means everyone else has to suffer. 'Try it, Maya,...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty minutes trying to tame the frizz, but her curls had other plans—wild and unapologetic, unlike her. She checked her ...
I felt like a total zombie walking into Tyler's backyard bash. Three hours of sleep plus finals week brain fog will do that to you. The pool glittered under string lights, fake-bak...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the **water**, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone from sophomore year was at Jessica's pool party — even the kid...