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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. This was it — Jordan's legendary end-of-year party, and she was seriously considering just swimming ...
Maya stared at the cafeteria hierarchy like it was some ancient pyramid scheme she couldn't quite decode. The popular kids at the top, the athletes just below them, everyone else s...
The carnival goldfish was supposed to be dead by Monday. That's what my brother said when I won it — spent ten bucks tossing ping pong balls into tiny bowls, just because my crush ...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket as she stood outside Tyler's house, the bass from inside already making the sidewalk vibrate. She gripped the plastic cup in her hand so hard she ...
The gummy **vitamin** sat on my tongue like a tiny, gelatinous confession. I'd stolen it from Maya's backpack because she said they made her skin glow, and my skin currently resemb...
Jordan's hair was doing that thing again—flipping up at the back like a defiant question mark. He smoothed it down for the third time, but it sprang back, mocking him. "You look n...
The spinach smoothie sat on the counter, looking like something that had already been through one too many digestive systems. "Your dad made extra," Mom called from her yoga class,...
Maya's legs burned like she'd been running through flames instead of the dusty cross-country trail behind Jefferson High. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—probably another text from ...
The screen glare hit my retinas at 3:47 AM. Another tiktok. Another scroll. My thumb moved on autopilot, muscle memory from hundreds of nights like this. Finals week had turned me ...
Maya's green smoothie sat on the cafeteria table like a radioactive science experiment. She'd gone full health-nut over spring break, trading her usual Doritos for kale, spinach, a...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even walked through the gates. Another summer, another shift at Pineview Pool where I'd spend eight hours watching people have way more fun than ...
My hair looked like a rabid squirrel had attacked it. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, but the humidity had other plans. Now here I stood, outside Taylor's house...