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The papaya sat on the snack table like an alien artifact. Nobody touched it. Neither did I, though I spent twenty minutes standing nearby like I might, hoping someone would find my...
The goldfish bowl sat on my desk, a tiny universe I'd inherited when my brother moved out. 'Don't overfeed them,' he'd said, like that was the only responsibility I'd ever have. Me...
Maya stared at the fruit on the cafeteria table like it was an alien artifact. The papaya sat there, innocent and orange, while her friends watched. "Dude, just eat it," whispered...
The swimming pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, but honestly, I felt more like a liquid mess. Standing at the edge of Tyler's end-of-summer bash, I clutched my dad's oversized tr...
Maya stood in front of her bedroom mirror, adjusting the stupid black **hat** she'd spent twenty bucks on because Sophomore Ethan—the human equivalent of finding money in your wint...
My palms were literally sweating through my denim shorts. Maya's pool party. The social event of the season, and I was hyperventilating behind a lounge chair like a total loser. "...
I looked down at the **palm** of my hand, tracing the life line that Maya claimed was way too short for someone with my anxiety levels. We were sitting on the bleachers at the comm...
Maya hadn't slept in three days. The cable box in her room had become her 3 AM companion, flickering through reruns of shows she'd seen a dozen times, each episode blurring into th...
The alarm went off at 4:45 AM and honestly? I felt like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind. The gross, I-haven't-slept-enough, why-am-I-awake kind. My sister Maya was already up...
Marcus adjusted his lucky fedora for the hundredth time, trying to look casual while leaning against the gym wall. The hat was supposed to be his confidence booster at homecoming—h...
Maya's palm was sweating against the slick plastic of her iPhone case as she stood in the corner of Tyler's basement. The bass from the speakers vibrated through the floorboards, m...
Marcus dragged himself through the hallway feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep, thanks to that history project, would do that to you. His dog Buster tugged at the lea...