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Maya spent twenty minutes editing the photo of her vantage point at the pool party—adjusting exposure, brightening the sky, making the water sparkle like something out of a travel ...
The plastic bag sweated in Maya's grip, the carnival goldfish — a speck of orange against the humid August evening — probably wondering why its new owner was currently hyperventila...
I was operating on pure caffeine and vibes, basically a **zombie** after pulling an all-nighter to finish my AP Euro project. Maya's pool party was supposed to be chill—just the sq...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the corner, the track stretching endlessly before her like some cruel joke. Running was supposed to be her thing—her escape, her power—but today? ...
Leo pulled his beanie down lower, hoping it would somehow make him invisible. Which was ridiculous, because the neon orange knit hat was basically a beacon. But it was his security...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was crystal clear, and I was definitely swimming in the basement level. While varsity baseball players sat at the apex, I was just trying to su...
Maya's goldfish, Fin, had survived three moves and one curious cat, but apparently couldn't survive Maya's thirteenth birthday. She found him floating at the top of his bowl Tuesda...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her mom's oversized sun hat for the third time. The hat sat ridiculous and perfect on her head, a bright yellow statement piece that sc...
I'd been **running** from my truth all summer. Every morning at 6 AM, I'd drag myself to the community pool where Coach Martinez—this massive **bear** of a man with tattoos sleepi...
4:45 AM. My alarm blared and I dragged myself out of bed, moving on pure autopilot. If being a **zombie** was an Olympic sport, I'd medal before my first cup of coffee. Two weeks o...
Leo pulled his beanie down lower, practically swallowing his forehead. The hat was his armor—without it, he felt naked, exposed to the judgmental eyes of every sophomore in the mus...
The basement air was thick with cheap body spray and desperation. My first high school party, and I was already questioning everything—especially why I'd agreed to this. "Yo, take...