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My hair refused to cooperate that morning — frizzy, defiant, a middle finger to the humidity and my first day at Ridgeview Academy. Mom had spent twenty minutes with the straighten...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. She ignored it, staring at the carnival goldfish swimming in its plastic bag on her nightstand. It had been three days since ...
The bathroom mirror showed exactly what I feared: a vibrant green chunk of **spinach** wedged between my front teeth. Classic. I'd spent twenty minutes perfecting my eyeliner for l...
Maya's dad had found papayas at the specialty market. 'For energy,' he'd said, placing the strange, pear-shaped fruit on the kitchen counter like an offering. 'Big game tomorrow.' ...
Maya's palms were sweating against her phone case. Three notifications from Ethan, two from Sophie, and one meme that felt targeted. She took a deep breath, staring at her ceiling ...
The **pool** glittered like something from a music video, all blue water and bouncing sunlight. Maya stood at the edge wearing her one-piece (black, practical, definitely not from ...
Jordan's hat was basically his security blanket. The black beanie with the faint hole in the cuff had been through everything with him—first days of school, awkward family gatherin...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — that infuriating flip where the front layers refused to cooperate with the rest of her curly situation. She'd spent forty-five minutes with...
Maya's mom decided she was 'concerned about her iron levels' right before pool season. So now she was that girl with the bright green spinach stuck in her braces, talking to Lucas—...
The goldfish had been floating sideways for three days before Jordan finally admitted it wasn't just 'sleeping weird.' We were supposed to be studying for finals, but instead we're...
The country club pool shimmered like something from a music video, and I felt completely out of place. My mom had finally sprung for the summer membership after she got that promot...
Maya's palms were sweating like crazy. Not just a little bit — like, full-on disaster mode sweaty. She gripped her lunch tray so hard her knuckles turned white, trying to play it c...