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Maya's older sister Zoey swore by her morning routine—emerging from the bathroom in a cloud of expensive face mist, chugging something green that smelled like grass clippings. "It...
My brain's basically a goldfish—three seconds, then *poof*, whatever I was thinking is gone. Which explains why I'm standing at the deep end of Johnson's pool party staring at my c...
The papaya sat untouched on my kitchen counter for three days. My mom bought it because she read somewhere it helps with focus. Meanwhile, I couldn't focus on anything except Jorda...
My fox-print shirt had seemed like a good idea this morning—vintage, quirky, a conversation starter. But standing in Maya's crowded living room, surrounded by varsity jackets and a...
Maya stood in the corner of Tyler's basement, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. Her first real high school party, and she was already regretting wearing her favorite snea...
The bottle said 'Sunset Orange' but my bathroom mirror said 'carrot accident.' I stared at my reflection, hair the color of a traffic cone, and wondered if this was what reinventio...
The vitamin regimen started on a Tuesday. Mom slammed the bottle onto the kitchen counter like a gavel—judgment delivered. "Your brother needs this for baseball season," she said,...
Mateo's first mistake was letting Jasmine talk him into padel tryouts. The second? Not changing out of his bakery apron before grabbing his racquet. The papaya chunks stuck to the...
Marcus was running. Not the casual jog-down-the-street kind of running. The I'm-escaping-my-mistakes kind. Through the school parking lot, past the auditorium where Student Counci...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the second lap, the track blurring beneath her sneakers like a kaleidoscope of rubber and regret. Running was supposed to be her escape—the one pl...
Maya's hands shook as she stared at her reflection. The blue hair dye had turned out way more electric than the box promised—like, full-on smurf vibes. Her mom was gonna lose it wh...
The mechanical **bull** at the county fair looked innocent enough from a distance. Up close? It was a beast, freshly painted and smelling like teenage desperation and questionable ...