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The pool lights fractured across the water surface like dropped diamonds, but my stomach felt less glittery and more like I'd swallowed a brick. Marcus stood by the diving board, l...
Maya felt like a zombie walking through the halls of Northwood High. Three hours of sleep, AP Bio test, and her mom's comment about her needing to act more "ladylike" had officiall...
The plastic bag sloshed against Maya's leg as we sprinted through the parking lot, rain plastering our hair to our foreheads. Inside, a tiny orange goldfish darted panic circles, o...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, because the only plants she cared about were the imaginary ones she definitely wa...
Mateo's abuela had sent him to school with papaya—again. The bright orange chunks sat in his lunchbox like a guilty secret while everyone else unpacked perfect little bentos with s...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that night. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but humidity had other plans. Standing in Jordan's crowded living room, she fe...
Jordan's thumb hovered over the screen, heart doing that familiar stutter-step thing. The group chat was blowing up—everyone making plans for Friday at the padel courts again—and J...
Zoe's mom held out the orange gummy bear like it was sacred. "Take your vitamin, Zoe. Your skin looks tired." "Mom, I'm literally fifteen, not forty. And nobody says tired about ...
Maya pressed her face against the chain-link fence, watching the popular kids dominate the swim lanes like they owned the water. Again. She'd been doing this all week—standing ther...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen, doomscrolling through party pics she wasn't invited to. Again. The printed baseball hat pulled low over her face had become her secur...
I'd been running on zombie mode for three weeks straight. Finals, graduation prep, the endless college application anxiety attack — my brain felt like a glitching screensaver. My d...
The summer before freshman year, I spent every morning secretly swimming at the YMCA while my best friend Kai thought I was at cross-country practice. Running was supposed to be my...