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Maya pulled the brim of her baseball cap lower, effectively disappearing inside her own personal shadow. The hat was her security blanket — as long as she wore it, she could watch ...
My stomach did that thing again—the full-on aquarium churn. Like I'd swallowed a **goldfish** whole and it was still swimming around in there, panicked and orange and totally judgi...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself to Jaden's end-of-summer pool party. Three weeks of AP summer homework would do that to you. Her phone buzzed in her pocket — pro...
The baseball sat heavy in my glove like a stone I couldn't throw. Another strikeout, another chorus of disappointed sighs from the dugout. My dad's voice echoed in my head: "You go...
Marcus stood in front of his mirror, hands shaking slightly. The orange cable-knit sweater his grandma had made him hung loose around his frame—exactly the kind of thing that would...
The carnival goldfish swam in circles in its plastic bag, mocking me with its simple existence. I'd won it throwing ping-pong balls into fishbowls—something that apparently impress...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, each step pounding against the rubber track. Coach Benson's whistle had faded five minutes ago, but she couldn't stop. Not yet. Not when her...
Maya smoothed down her frizzy **hair** for the thousandth time, already regretting the DIY trim she'd given herself two nights ago. The backyard party was in full swing, and she'd ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I watched Chloe by the pool edge, laughing with the new squad like they'd been besties since kindergarten. Meanwhile, I'm stuck holding her towel like...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—and she wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time. House parties weren't really her vibe, but Chloe had promised it would...
Maya's new neighbor was definitely up to something sketchy. She'd seen him through her bedroom window at 2 AM—black hoodie, pacing his backyard, talking into what looked like a wal...
The orange padel ball bounced against the court wall with a rhythm that matched my racing heart. I was new to the club, new to the sport, and basically new to existing confidently ...