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Maya's hair was doing that thing again — that infuriating flip where the front layers refused to cooperate with the rest of her curly situation. She'd spent forty-five minutes with...
Maya's mom decided she was 'concerned about her iron levels' right before pool season. So now she was that girl with the bright green spinach stuck in her braces, talking to Lucas—...
The goldfish had been floating sideways for three days before Jordan finally admitted it wasn't just 'sleeping weird.' We were supposed to be studying for finals, but instead we're...
The country club pool shimmered like something from a music video, and I felt completely out of place. My mom had finally sprung for the summer membership after she got that promot...
Maya's palms were sweating like crazy. Not just a little bit — like, full-on disaster mode sweaty. She gripped her lunch tray so hard her knuckles turned white, trying to play it c...
The sky was that perfect bruised purple you only see when you're supposed to be asleep but you're definitely not. Maya crept down the stairs, her heart already doing that nervous f...
Maya's life was basically a series of awkward moments strung together, but last Friday took the cake. The kind with too much frosting that you have to politely eat at your cousin's...
The papaya sat in my lunchbox like a weird alien artifact, neon orange and embarrassing. Mom meant well—she'd gone on some tropical fruit kick after watching a documentary about gu...
The pool water tasted like chlorine and regret, which was basically my entire junior year in liquid form. I was mid-lap when she walked in—the new girl everyone was whispering abou...
The papaya sat on the concession stand like a glowing orange sun, and honestly, I was about as out of place here as a tropical fruit at a midwestern fall festival. I'd only come to...
Max's summer gig at Pet Paradise wasn't exactly where he pictured himself at sixteen, but whatever beats mowing lawns for his dad. Most days, he floated between the fish aisles, zo...
Maya's first week at Northwood High and somehow she'd already been invited to the elite Saturday padel session. The kind of invite that meant you'd actually made it. Her phone buzz...