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Maya's legs burned from running — third lap around the track, Coach Martinez screaming at everyone to push harder. Her phone buzzed in her pocket. Probably another group chat blow-...
I became a professional **spy** by accident. It started when Mom started dating Mark—the guy who wore socks with sandals and said "no cap" unironically. I'd creep to the top of th...
Maya smoothed the crumpled paper—her nomination for Class Treasurer. Junior year was basically a pyramid scheme of popularity, and she'd somehow found herself at the bottom, clutch...
I looked in the mirror and literally wanted to die. Bright green **spinach** lodged right between my front teeth, framing the brace-face situation I'd been rocking since seventh gr...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her hair frizzing out like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Third day of sophomore year, and she'd already spen...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, nursing a lukewarm soda and wondering why she'd agreed to come. The party was exactly what she'd expected: too loud, too crowded, and w...
Maya's legs burned from running track practice, but she kept going. Coach said state qualifiers were two weeks away, and honestly, running was the only thing keeping her sane latel...
The goldfish bowl sat between us like a glass wall. Real Jordan stared at his iPhone, thumbs flying across the screen while Goldfish Jordan floated to the surface, mouth opening an...
Maya's cat, a sphinx with wrinkly skin and enormous ears, sat on her windowsill judging her life choices. "You don't understand, Bartholomew," she sighed, scrolling through Insta...
The papaya sat there like an exotic grenade on Kyle's grandmother's fancy serving tray, looking ridiculous among the chips and sodas. I'd never even seen one in real life, let alon...
Maya clutched her ridiculous sun hat like a lifeline, the wide brim pulled low over her face as she hovered at the edge of Jessica's pool party. The hat was vintage-style, somethin...
The sun beat down on my **palm** as I gripped the plastic bag containing my entire net worth: three neon **goldfish** that won me exactly zero cool points at the carnival. My cousi...