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The papaya sat on my kitchen counter like an alien artifact, its mottled orange skin glowing under the fluorescent lights. My mom, in her infinite wisdom, had decided our family ne...
Leo's Instagram feed was basically a shrine to everything he wasn't. Volleyball tournaments. Beach bonfires. People who ate kale voluntarily. Meanwhile, he was currently hiding in ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed on her nightstand at 2 AM. Another notification from the Padel Club group chat. She should've left it ages ago, but there was Liam—posting pictures from Friday...
The goldfish - whom I'd creatively named Goldie - stared at me through the glass of her dollar-store bowl, probably judging my outfit. Today was tryouts for the baseball team, and ...
Maya's summer job cleaning the apartment complex pool was supposed to be easy money. Instead, it was basically three months of dodging the popular kids from school while they loung...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — which was exactly the kind of thing that made her hate herself sometimes. She was seventeen, practically an adult, and still ...
Maya's hands shook as she stared at the crumpled note. "Pyramid Scheme: Bottom Tier." The anonymous ranking had been taped to her locker, joining the week's collection of social te...
Maya's neon orange hoodie felt like a flashing beacon at the Egyptian exhibit. She tugged the self-conscious fabric tighter around herself, wishing she'd picked literally anything ...
Maya felt like a zombie walking into homeroom, exactly three hours of sleep doing her absolutely zero favors. Her iPhone clutched in her sweaty palm like a lifeline—12% battery, el...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket — eighth notification from the group chat in ten minutes. Everyone was at Jake's party, and she wasn't. Again. She sat on her front porch steps,...
My hair was a disaster. Mom's attempt at saving twenty bucks on haircuts had left me looking like I'd lost a fight with a lawnmower, and now I had to face eighth grade looking like...
Maya's weekend philosophy: avoid the pool at all costs. But when Jenna—whose Instagram stories basically documented her entire perfect existence—invited half the sophomore class to...