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Maya's fingers flew across her phone screen at 2 AM, her face illuminated by its ghostly blue glow. She was doing it again—spying on Jasmine's Instagram story, watching the popular...
The cafeteria spinach lay limp and gray on my tray, looking like something that had already been eaten once. Welcome to freshman year, where even the vegetables are depressed. "Yo...
Maya's phone died at 2:47 PM — exactly three minutes before Tyler was supposed to text her about the padel tournament. Of course. She'd forgotten her charging cable at home, becaus...
Maya's heartbeat was doing gymnastics as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool, her vintage high-waisted bikini suddenly feeling way too extra. The Friday night pool party had been ...
Maya's hair had always been her armor—long, dark, and constantly in her face whenever things got awkward. Which was constantly. "You're playing padel with us this summer," her mom...
The gummy **vitamin** sat on my tongue, cherry-flavored courage my mom swore would 'help with the stress.' I crunched it down, adjusting my baseball cap. Tryouts for varsity. My st...
I slipped my hat low, desperate to disappear. The neon-orange vitamin gummies Mom forced on me every morning mocked my entire existence — like they'd somehow transform me into some...
Maya's hair was supposed to be a subtle copper. Instead, it emerged screaming ORANGE — like a traffic cone had exploded on her head. She stared in the mirror, wondering if her mom ...
The papaya sat untouched on the kitchen counter, getting weirdly soft while I paced the living room for the third time that morning. My life had become a Waiting Game, and I was lo...
The invitation slipped under my door like a challenge: pool party at Jessica's house. Saturday. Bring a swimsuit. I stared at it like it was written in code. Pool parties were basi...
I'd been a **zombie** all week, thanks to finals and my mom's new regime of morning **vitamin** shots that tasted like radioactive orange juice. Three hours of sleep, two failed ma...
Marcus stood by the gymnasium doors, heart doing that thing where it feels like a trapped bird in your chest. The spring dance was in two hours, and he still hadn't worked up the n...