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Maya's dad had found papayas at the specialty market. 'For energy,' he'd said, placing the strange, pear-shaped fruit on the kitchen counter like an offering. 'Big game tomorrow.' ...
Maya's palms were sweating against her phone case. Three notifications from Ethan, two from Sophie, and one meme that felt targeted. She took a deep breath, staring at her ceiling ...
The **pool** glittered like something from a music video, all blue water and bouncing sunlight. Maya stood at the edge wearing her one-piece (black, practical, definitely not from ...
Jordan's hat was basically his security blanket. The black beanie with the faint hole in the cuff had been through everything with him—first days of school, awkward family gatherin...
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...