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Maya stood at the edge of Jenny's pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. Everyone else was already swimming, laughing, splashing like they'd been doing this together fo...
The Ethernet cable lay coiled like a black snake across Maya's beige carpet while her mom shouted that dinner was ready. Typical Friday night for a freshman—hiding in your room whi...
The **pool** at the Reynolds' country club was basically a social battlefield, and I was currently losing. Badly. I sat on the edge with my legs in the water, nursing a warm **ora...
The cable internet died again, right when I was finally going to live-stream with Jada. I'd been hyping this stream for weeks to my followers, and now I was just another teenager w...
Running had become my escape, but that summer before freshman year, papaya unexpectedly taught me how to show up. I'd been logging miles since my friend group imploded, using the ...
The sphinx statue in Miller Park had been our spot since seventh grade. Its stone face wore the same enigmatic expression as Maya when she was hiding something—eyes fixed on some d...
I wasn't supposed to be at Tyler's party. Definitely wasn't supposed to be hiding in his bathroom, hyperventilating because someone spilled bright ORANGE soda on my new white sneak...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party like a zombie, her oversized bucket hat pulled low over her eyes. It was her survival armor—along with the vitamin D gummies she'd been pop...
Maya's mom pressed the orange **vitamin** gummy into her palm before the party. "For immunity," she'd said, as if vitamins could shield Maya from social awkwardness. Maya pocketed ...
Maya's purple hair was supposed to be her armor. She'd spent three hours perfecting the violet waves that screamed 'I don't care what anyone thinks' — which, ironically, was all sh...
The summer before freshman year, I did something completely unhinged. I bought neon orange hair dye and went to town in my bathroom mirror. My mom's reaction? Absolutely iconic — s...
Maya stood frozen in the doorway of Jake's basement, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The air smelled like cheap body spray and something vanilla-sweet that she cou...