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The summer before sophomore year, my mom decided I needed more vitamin D in my life and signed me up for swim team without asking. 'You're pale as a ghost, Maya,' she said, shoving...
Summer after sophomore year, when everything felt like it was about to change but nothing had yet. I was at the community **pool** with Marcus—okay, mostly watching Marcus from beh...
My life became a shitshow the day I took a part-time job at Vitality Nutrition. Picture this: me, a seventeen-year-old with zero muscle mass, working at a supplement store next to ...
The chlorine smell hit me first—that unmistakable indoor pool scent that always gave me a headache. But I wasn't here for swimming practice anymore. I hadn't been since the Inciden...
My mom shoved the vitamin gummy into my hand like it was a top-secret mission. "You're not leaving this house until you take this, either." "Chill, Mom, I got it." I downed it wit...
Maya's palms were sweating — actually sweating, which was gross and also exactly what happened whenever she thought about talking to him. Caleb, who sat two rows ahead in AP Bio an...
Maya's bedroom had become a time capsule of middle school awkwardness. Posters of bands she'd stopped listening to three years ago. A stack of unread books on her nightstand, each ...
Marco's pet goldfish stared at him through the glass, judgment in its bulbous eyes. "You're not going to that party, Bubbles. You don't have to worry about looking like a total dor...
The carnival lights flickered against the summer sky like fireflies trying too hard. Maya stood by the goldfish booth, clutching her last three tokens like they were life preserver...
The red Solo cup **pyramid** towered three feet high on Quinn's basement coffee table, a monument to suburban teenage boredom. I stood near the wall, clutching my phone like a life...
The goldfish blew bubbles against the glass, its orange scales catching the last of the sunset through Maya's bedroom window. Three years we'd had stupid Bubbles, won at some carni...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz into something resembling chill indie-girl vibes, but the humidity had other plans....