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The papaya sat on my kitchen counter, looking exotic and out of place—kind of like me at lunch yesterday. My mom bought it because she's going through her 'try new things' phase, w...
Maya's palms were sweating, and not because of the heat. She gripped her padel racket, staring across the court where Javi—her best friend since kindergarten—was practically vibrat...
Maya's fingers curled around the Tupperware container like it was a lifeline. Inside sat three cubes of papaya, looking suspiciously like alien flesh. Her mom had packed it, comple...
My palms were sweating before I even stepped onto the court. Welcome to Aspen Creek Summer Camp, where the social hierarchy was built like a pyramid, and I was definitely at the bo...
The lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating my disastrous hair in the bathroom mirror. Orange. Not a cute sunset orange, but a radioactive traffic cone orange. My friend Kai...
The social pyramid at Northwood High wasn't literally built from stone, but it might as well have been. Freshmans rotted at the bottom, sophomores shuffled somewhere in the middle,...
Marcus's iphone was basically an extension of his hand at this point. Thumb-scrolling through feeds while walking had become second nature, even if it meant occasionally bumping in...
Marcus stood at the edge of the diving board, toes curled around the rough surface, heart pounding like a bass drum at a homecoming dance. Below him, the pool water shimmered with ...
My legs burned as I kept running, the sunset painting the sky in impossible pinks and purples that made my phone's camera roll look basic. Cross-country practice had ended twenty m...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen reflected her nervous expression—group chat blowing up with people already at Jason's party, wh...
Jamie stared at the bathroom mirror, clutching the box of neon orange hair dye like it was contraband. Her mom would definitely freak, but that was kind of the point. "You're actu...
Maya pulled her beanie hat lower over her forehead, her usual armor against the world. The hallway felt like a minefield of judgment, and she was just trying to survive until the b...