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Maya's summer was supposed to be different. This was the year she'd finally talk to Alex—the boy who'd been living in her DMs since seventh grade—without her voice cracking or her ...
Maya's palms were sweating like crazy. Not the cute, dainty glisten either — full-on grip-slippery, the kind that makes you question every life choice leading to this moment. She c...
Maya's first real house party wasn't exactly the cinematic experience she'd mentally rehearsed a hundred times while scrolling TikTok. She'd spent two hours straightening her hair ...
The summer before freshman year, I spent every afternoon at the park with my cat, Sphinx, perched on the dugout bench like she owned the place. She'd watch me practice my swing unt...
The gummy **vitamin** had been staring at me from the kitchen counter for three weeks. Mom's latest attempt to fix my "deficiencies" — code for "why aren't you more like your cousi...
The fluorescent grocery store lights hummed above me as I stood paralyzed in the supplement aisle, clutching a bottle of neon-orange gummy vitamins. At sixteen, I'd thought I'd out...
Maya sat on the metal bleachers, the aluminum cold against her thighs even through her jeans. The baseball field stretched out before them like some sacred geometry — the dirt diam...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd swallowed fire. Cross-country practice at Oak Creek Hills meant death by incline, and Coach Hernandez was in one of his moods. "You're running with ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, iPhone clutched in his hand like a lifeline. The screen reflected his nervous expression—three new texts from Jasmine asking where he was. The...
Maya stood in center field, her curly hair frizzing in the July humidity like a halo gone wrong. She felt like a total zombie—four hours of sleep will do that to you. Especially wh...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My hair, normally a mousy brown I'd been hiding behind since sixth grade, was now screaming ORANGE. Like, traffic cone orange. Like 'I'm done...
Marcus pulled his beanie **hat** lower, trying to disappear into the cafeteria noise. Senior year was supposed to be epic, but honestly? Everyone was walking around like a **zombie...