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Max's dad's beat-up truck lurched to a stop outside Jessica's house. The bass from whatever popular song was thumping inside rattled the windows. Max checked his reflection in the ...
The papaya smoothie sat on my desk like radioactive sludge. Mom's new health phase meant I was that kid with the weird lunch, again. "That's foul, Torres," Jayla said, sliding int...
Friday night and I'm about to do something incredibly stupid. "You got the goods?" Maya asks, leaning against my bedroom door frame like she's in a movie instead of just hanging o...
Maya's palms were sweating — literally dripping — as she gripped the **pool** gate's cold metal. Her cousin's graduation party raged on the other side: bass thumping, bodies splash...
Maya stared at the monstrosity in the gym corner. The school mascot costume — a giant, terrifying bear — had definitely seen better decades. The fur was matted in places, one eye d...
Maya's phone lit up the darkened bedroom — another notification from the group chat. Party at Jake's. Pool. 8 PM. Her thumbs hovered over the **iphone** screen, heart doing that st...
Maya stood frozen in the doorway of Jake's basement party, her heart doing gymnastics. At fifteen, this was supposed to be her first real high school party, but her social anxiety ...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another notification. Another like. Another person in the pyramid of her carefully curated life. She adjusted her baseball ...
Freshman year at Northwood High operated like a carefully constructed social pyramid. At the peak: the varsity jacket crew. Somewhere in the middle: my friends and I, stuck in that...
Maya had been fake-dreaming about this moment for weeks. Jason's pool party. The invite that had landed in her DMs like gold dust. And now here she was, standing at the edge of the...
Maya's mom called it her "phase." Maya called it survival. Every day at 3:45 PM, she'd slip out the back door with Buster—their ancient, farting golden retriever—and pretend they ...
Maya's least favorite part of working at her family's fruit stand was the papaya display. It was always awkward. People either loved them or looked at them like alien specimens, an...