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My parents' divorce settlement came with an unexpected accessory: a membership at Oakwood Country Club, where everyone's BMWs outnumber their actual friends. Mom's grand plan? Pade...
The vitamin gummies lived in my pocket like contraband, their bright citrus shapes pressing against my thigh during Mr. Henderson's English lecture. Mom swore they'd help me "grow ...
Maya's backpack leaked papaya juice down her leg in the middle of third period. Because universe hates her. Everyone noticed—obviously—and now her forever nickname was Papaya Girl....
The beanie was already itching my scalp, but I refused to take it off. Mom had bought it thinking it was cool—this navy blue monstrosity with a fake fuzzy pom-pom on top. But it wa...
Maya's palms were sweating so much her phone felt slippery. Pool parties at Tyler's house were legendary, and this was the first one of freshman year. She'd spent forty minutes on ...
The smoothie was supposed to be healthy. Spinach, kale, apple, ginger—basically a salad in a cup. What I got was something that looked like it had been blended in a zombie apocalyp...
I felt like a zombie walking into first period, my brain still stuck in that weird dream state where you're running but your legs won't move. Three hours of sleep will do that to y...
The palm trees swayed against the Santa Monica skyline like they were mocking me. Sixteen years old and somehow still the only one at our school who didn't know how to play padel. ...
The padel court smelled like rubber and desperation. Perfect, because that's exactly how I felt. My phone buzzed in my bag — the group chat exploding without me. "u coming??" "par...
Maya stood by the snack table, feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep + infinite anxiety = the walking dead, basically. Everyone at Leo's party seemed to know exactly wh...
Maya's summer was officially mid. Her parents had decided to cancel the cable — the actual cable TV, not just the streaming apps — because apparently "we need to reconnect as a fam...
The cafeteria social pyramid was as real as gravity freshman year. Everyone knew their tier, and Maya had been stuck in the middle layers since August—too invisible for the popular...