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Maya's summer was turning out exactly as she'd predicted: a solid 6/10. Until the papaya incident. "Dare you to eat it," Tish said, sliding the chunk of orange fruit across the ki...
My beanie was practically fused to my skull by July. Mom kept asking why I was wearing wool in ninety-degree heat, but I couldn't explain that without it, I felt naked. Like, expos...
Maya stood by the snack table, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The papaya punch tasted weirdly tropical, like someone had liquefified a beach vacation, but she k...
The baseball field was the last place I wanted to be, but Coach Miller had made it clear: join the team or fail gym class. So there I was, standing in right field during third peri...
Maya adjusted the borrowed padel racket, feeling like an impostor in the pristine country club. At fifteen, she'd already mastered the art of blending in—smiling at the right momen...
I was totally panicking. My first real pool party, and I was hiding behind a lounge chair like a total weirdo. My crush, Jasmine, was across the deck, laughing with her friends in ...
Maya's lifeline sat on the bench: her iPhone 13, screen cracked but still working. Summer camp for incoming freshmen meant one thing—social suicide or glory. She'd managed to avoid...
Alex felt like a zombie by third period. Not the cool, cinematic kind that ate brains and looked badass doing it. No, she was the awkward, half-alive variety that survived on three...
Maya stood outside Jake's house, phone buzzing with texts her friends were already inside. Final exams had turned her into a total **zombie** that week – surviving on three hours o...
Alex felt like a **zombie** moving through the hallway, fourth period AP Calc frying his brain while his phone buzzed with texts he couldn't check. Three hours of sleep will do tha...
Maya's palms were sweating again. Gross, absolutely swamp-like. She wiped them on her apron, which only made it worse. Behind the counter at GreenLife Supplements, she rearranged t...
The baseball hat sat on my desk like a test I hadn't studied for. Dad's old Dodgers cap, faded blue with a sweat stain that told stories I'd never hear. He'd left it behind when he...