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The papaya incident started in third period PE. I'd been vibing with the elite academy transfer students all week, desperately trying to blend in at this fancy school where everyo...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her spinach wrap like a lifeline. The summer party bubbled around her—laughter, splashing, the bass-heavy beat of someone's playlist. H...
Maya's mouth still tasted like the spinach smoothie her mom had forced on her that morning. "It's for endurance!" her mom had chirped, while Maya had seriously considered just thro...
The fluorescent lights of the community center pool flickered like my confidence. Standing at the edge in my brand-new swimsuit — the one I'd spent forty-five dollars on because Ma...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection like it might suddenly reveal the answers to all her problems. At fifteen, she'd mastered the art of appearing...
Maya pulled her dad's oversized trucker **hat** lower over her forehead, effectively hiding behind the brim. Across the pool, Jason laughed with his new lacrosse teammates—people w...
Maya's hair had betrayed her. The sleek cascade she'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting now frizzed into something resembling electrocuted seaweed. Of course this happened on the...
The storm outside Maya's window matched the chaos in her stomach. Tonight was Jason's party — her first real high school party — and she'd been psyching herself up for days. "You'...
Maya's thumb hovered over the post button on her iPhone. Another candid photo, another carefully curated moment of summer bliss. Her golden retriever, Buster, had photobombed half ...
Marcus adjusted his vintage trucker hat in the bathroom mirror, trying to look like he didn't care. But he totally cared. Freshman year at Northwood High was basically a pyramid sc...
The party was already jumping when I arrived. The pool flickered with underwater lights, bodies splashing everywhere. I clutched my iPhone like a lifeline, scrolling through feeds ...
Maya ducked behind the concession stand, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. The homecoming after-party was loud, the bass thumping against her chest, but she needed air. B...