The Goldfish in the Palm of My Hand
The party at Maya's house was supposed to be the night everything changed. Instead, I was leaning against the kitchen counter, nursing a warm soda, watching everyone else live thei...
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The party at Maya's house was supposed to be the night everything changed. Instead, I was leaning against the kitchen counter, nursing a warm soda, watching everyone else live thei...
My hands were sweating so much I could practically fill a swimming pool. I wiped my palms on my jeans for the third time, staring at Jordan across the crowded basement. His signatu...
I was literally dying inside before Jordan's pool party even started. My older sister Maya had spent an hour straightening my hair, but I still felt like a fraud in my new swimsuit...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool Netflix kind — the actual walking dead kind, stumbling through junior year with dark circles under my eyes and my brain permanently stuck in do-n...
Maya smoothed her sunscreen-sticky hands down her bikini bottoms for the third time. The countdown timer in her head ticked down: 47, 46, 45... until she'd have to actually swim in...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the ridiculous fedora her sister dared her to wear. "Just own it," Tessa had said. "Confidence is everything." Easy for her...
Maya's hair was her enemy. Every morning, she wrestled with the curl pattern she'd inherited from her mom, straightening it into submission until it hung obediently around her shou...
Maya stood by the edge of the infinity **pool**, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The ceramic **sphinx** statue beside her seemed to be judging her outfit—which, ...
The July heatwave turned Birchwood Community Pool into ground zero for every teenager within ten miles. I should know—I was the awkward sophomore lifeguard in the high chair, weari...
I stared at the **spinach** smoothie like it had personally offended me. Summer of transformation, my mom called it. I called it the summer my social life went to die. "Drink up, ...
Maya's palms were sweating legit gross amounts as she clutched her phone beneath the cafeteria table. Someone had leaked her texts, and suddenly half the sophomore class was side-e...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her red cup like it contained the secrets of the universe. Being fifteen felt mostly like being a spy in your own life — watchin...