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The papaya sat on the concession stand like a neon grenade, its orange flesh practically radioactive under the pool lights. I'd been staring at it for ten minutes, mostly because l...
Marcus's fingers hovered over his iPhone, thumb shaking as he replayed the video for the twentieth time. The clip showed him stepping up to home plate during yesterday's baseball g...
I felt like a total zombie walking into first period—three hours of sleep will do that to you. The AC blasted freezing air, but my brain was still cooking from last night's text ma...
I was definitely going to puke. That's the only thought cycling through my head while running—actually, more like dying—toward the school entrance. Junior year was supposed to be m...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like an alien artifact my mom had brought home from the international market. 'It's exotic,' she'd said, like that was supposed to make me wan...
Maya's least favorite thing about sophomore year wasn't the physics tests or the fact that her crush barely knew she existed. It was the godawful orange jacket her mom had bought h...
The hat was everything. A black beanie pulled low, covering the disastrous haircut I gave myself at 2 AM while doom-scrolling TikTok. I looked like a **zombie** from one of those c...
The goldfish bowl sat on Maya's dresser like a forgotten thought, its single occupant — a orange speck named Neptune — swimming in endless circles. honestly, the fish had more pers...
Maya's palms were sweating, like, actual droplets. Not cute. She gripped the red plastic cup harder, trying to look casual as she leaned against the backyard fence. "You good?" Ma...
The first day of sophomore year, and I'm already failing. Literally. My braces have somehow managed to trap a giant piece of spinach right in front, like a green neon sign announci...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip the bat. Great. Just what I needed right now—first day of freshman baseball tryouts, and I was already channeling a nervous water ...
The cable snapped at 3:47 AM, the sound echoing through Maya's bedroom like a gunshot. Her dad had disconnected the internet again — third time this week — another casualty in thei...