The Vitamin Pyramid Scheme
Maya's childhood friend Jake had always been relentless, like a bull in a china shop. So when he burst into her sophomore year lunch period waving a brochure and shouting about the...
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Maya's childhood friend Jake had always been relentless, like a bull in a china shop. So when he burst into her sophomore year lunch period waving a brochure and shouting about the...
Maya's older brother's baseball team party was exactly the kind of social minefield she'd been avoiding all summer. She stood by the snack table, nursing a lukewarm soda, watching ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the choppy layers she'd impulsively cut the night before. The short, jagged pieces stuck out at weird angles, making her look lik...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like it was a lifeline. The water shimmered with that perfect suburban-blue glow, and inside, everyone was having the time o...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood before the class, her family's papaya bread sitting on the presentation table like a neon sign screaming 'LOOK AT MY WEIRD CULTURE.' 'Al...
I hover over Maya's profile, my thumb frozen. My parents assume I'm grinding through homework behind my closed door. Instead, I'm indulging in some low-level social media reconnais...
The goldfish bowl sat on my nightstand, Finley staring at me with those dead, unimpressed eyes that perfectly captured my first week at Crestwood Academy. "You're overthinking it,"...
Maya's palm was sweating so much her iPhone nearly slipped from her grip. Not that it mattered — the screen was already cracked from last week's incident with Bryce's backpack. Sen...
The papaya sat on the counter like a warning. Yellow-orange and slightly soft, the way Mom always said meant it was perfect. I'd barely touched it since she dropped it off three da...
Marcus felt like a zombie most days—shuffling through sophomore year with headphones on, existing but not really living. Social anxiety was his personal apocalypse, and the cafeter...
The locker room smelled like desperation and cheap body spray. Maya clutched her water bottle like a lifeline, her knuckles white. Tryouts for the swim team were in five minutes, a...
I'd been choking down these horse-pill vitamin C supplements for weeks because Tyler's friend group casually mentioned how clear skin was totally a glow-up thing. So here I was, st...