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Maya's lips still tasted like papaya from the smoothie she'd crushed at the food court—her mom's ridiculous attempt to get her to eat more fruit, as if papaya could fix her freshma...
The orange sundress had seemed like such a good idea this morning, but now, standing at the edge of the pool party where everyone else was in bikinis and swim trunks, Maya felt lik...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table like an alien artifact, bright orange and weirdly bumpy, and Maya was already regretting letting Jordan talk her into this. "Dude, just try i...
Maya stood outside Jordan's house feeling like a literal **zombie**—dead inside, shambling forward, brain barely functioning. Her best friend Chloe had spent three hours convincing...
The country club smelled like expensive sunscreen and privilege, and I was definitely not supposed to be here. I'd been watching them play padel for three days straight—perched on...
Maya pulled her bucket hat down lower. Freshman year at Crestwood Academy and she was already mastering the art of blending in — which mostly meant becoming invisible in the cafete...
The vitamin D supplements stared back at me from my nightstand, a daily reminder that my mom literally thinks I'm a plant who needs artificial sunlight to survive. I grabbed the bo...
The pool party was already in full swing when I arrived, fashionably late and sweating through my favorite band tee. Behind me, Buster—a golden retriever with zero personal space i...
Maya's first day at sophomore year was already mid-tier cringe, and lunch period had only just begun. She stood clutching her tray like a lifeline, scanning the crowded cafeteria f...
I felt like a zombie most of that July—stumbling through humid afternoons in a daze, my brain fried from scrolling and waiting for something to happen. Then Leo knocked on my door ...
The fluorescent lights of the high school cafeteria buzzed like an angry hornet's nest. Maya slumped against the lockers, clutching her bento box like it was a state secret. "Dude...
Maya stared at her daily vitamin—this giant yellow horse pill her mom swore would help her "focus"—and dry-swallowed it anyway. It tasted like regret. Not that vitamins had actual ...