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The vitamin D horse pills sat on the kitchen counter like a dare I wasn't brave enough to accept. "For your bones," Mom'd said, sliding the bottle toward my cereal bowl like it was...
I stood in the middle of my bedroom, holding the neon orange fruit like it was a bomb. My first independent grocery run, and I'd accidentally bought a papaya instead of whatever my...
The bass thudded through Maya's chest as she stood by the solo cups, clutching her Sprite like a lifeline. Jordan's party was exactly what she'd expected—too many people, too much ...
Maya's iPhone clung to 3% like it was holding onto life itself, which, honestly, it kinda was. She'd been staring at Jordan's text for twenty minutes — 'u coming to the party?' — f...
The country club's palm trees cast long shadows across the padel court as Maya adjusted her grip on the racket. Her palms were sweating — gross, but whatever. This wasn't even abou...
I was basically operating as a junior CIA spy, creeping down my own hallway at 11:47 PM. My parents' "lights out" rule was strict, but Mia had texted: emergency. you up? I navigat...
Maya stood at the edge of Quinn's pool party clutching her **vitamin** D supplement like it was a lifeline. She'd forgotten to take it before leaving the house, and now she was stu...
The beanie sat on my nightstand like a dare. Mom had bought it — bright orange, ridiculous, absolutely not something I'd ever wear voluntarily. But tonight was Jensen's party, and ...
The beat dropped somewhere inside Maya's house, vibrating through the backyard where everyone was already in the pool except me. I adjusted my baseball cap for the fiftieth time, p...
Maya stared at her iphone, thumb hovering over the post that had already racked up 472 likes in twenty minutes. The caption read: "Spinach girl strikes again 💀" and yeah, that was ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, her newly dyed crimson hair catching the backyard lights like something on fire. Three weeks ago, she'd been the kind of girl who blended ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she might as well have been the one in the pool. She gripped the red Solo cup like a lifeline, backing away from the edge where Tyler—the absolut...