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I sat behind the dugout feeling like a total loser, pretending to check my phone while actually spying on Connor's baseball practice. Again. My sophomore year was turning out to be...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like an alien artifact. My mom had brought it home from the international market, all wrinkled and yellow-green, looking like something that b...
The community pool smelled like chlorine and teenage awkwardness — which was basically my natural habitat. I'd been hiding in the corner for forty-five minutes, nursing a flat Oran...
Maya stood in front of Ryan's bathroom mirror, adjusting her dad's vintage **baseball** cap sideways because that's what TikTok said was cool. The party was already loud downstairs...
The thing about being sixteen is that everyone's watching, but nobody actually sees you. I'd mastered the art of invisibility at Green Valley Academy—float through classes, eat lu...
Maya's iPhone sat precariously on the fence rail, capturing her third attempt at the perfect wellness intro. Her 16-year-old face contorted into what she hoped looked like effortle...
Maya's hair was supposed to be beach waves. Instead, after an unfortunate incident with a curling iron and zero patience, she was rocking what her little brother enthusiastically c...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers buried in curls that refused to behave. The bathroom mirror had witnessed three hours of unsuccessful attempts to tame her hair into somethin...
The vitamin gummies clattered as Maya shoved the bottle into her backpack. Her mom's wellness phase had reached peak chaos—now she was making Maya carry these chewable abominations...
Maya felt like a zombie walking into Tyler's party. Her mom had made her swallow some vitamin D supplement on the way out, claiming it would help her 'social anxiety' — as if a che...
Maya's dad had been talking about the social pyramid since seventh grade. "You want to be at the top, sweetie. Baseball, lacrosse, maybe student council." He didn't get that the py...
The first pool party of sophomore year. My hands were literally shaking as I walked through the Miller's gate, playlist blasting through my phone speakers like armor against the aw...