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Maya stared at her reflection, looking like total death. Three hours of sleep after finals week would do that to you. Her eyes had that special glazed-over quality, like she'd been...
The summer heat pressed against my skin as I gripped the racquet, sweat dripping down my temple. Padel camp had seemed like a good idea three weeks ago—until Jenna stopped texting ...
Maya adjusted her snapback, sweating through her uniform at the summer baseball clinic. The outfield stretched like an endless green ocean under the July sun, and she was drowning ...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table like a radioactive neon orb. "Dude, are you actually gonna eat that?" Marcus asked, making a face like I'd just announced I was switching to ...
My hair was supposed to be sleek. That was the plan before humidity decided to make me look like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. I smoothed my palm over the frizz agai...
Maya's bedroom had become a shrine to the dead. Three vases lined her windowsill, each holding the ghost of a goldfish won at some carnival or county fair. The latest casualty — na...
The goldfish bowl sat between us on the scratched cafeteria table, its tiny orange inhabitant swimming in bored circles. Dead inside, just like my social life. "You're literally s...
Maya stared at her reflection, fighting back tears. The hair salon had promised subtle layers, not this asymmetric disaster that looked like a lawnmower had a tantrum. "It's chic,...
The sun beat down on the Clarkes' backyard pool, reflecting off the water like sequins on a prom dress. I stood near the snack table, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifelin...
The vitamin sat on my tongue like a chalky orange doom tablet. Mom swore it would help me bulk up for baseball season, but I was pretty sure it just made me feel like I'd eaten an ...
Friday night and I'm running on pure anxiety and three hours of sleep. My brain has officially entered zombie mode—that glorious state where you're technically alive but your soul ...
The pool lights were supposed to be off at 10 PM sharp, but here I was, splashing around in the dark like a certified idiot, trying to teach myself how to not drown. "You doing ok...