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Maya arranged the papayas with surgical precision, her knuckles grazing the soft, sun-dappled skin of fruit that looked like alien planets. At sixteen, she'd mastered the art of be...
My social life was basically a food pyramid, and I was stuck at the bottom—right next to the spinach. "You're going, Marcus. It's not optional," Chloe said, adjusting her bucket h...
The county fair smelled like fried dough and desperation, exactly like my sophomore year. I stood in front of the mechanical bull, sweat making my palms slick against my phone case...
Maya flopped onto her bed, scrolling through Netflix with zero enthusiasm. Three days until Jordan moved across the country, and her best friend since kindergarten was acting weird...
Maya's first day as junior counselor at Camp Pine Lake felt like walking into a minefield blindfolded. The social **pyramid** at camp was brutal—senior counselors at the top, then ...
Maya's lifeguard whistle hung around her neck like a dead weight. The community pool was packed—toddlers in swim diapers doing cannonballs, old ladies doing water aerobics to 80s p...
I was supposed to be at baseball practice. That's what my dad thought. That's what my Instagram said. But instead, I was floating in the community pool at 4 PM, dodging the swim te...
Maya's hair had been a disaster since she'd attempted to trim her bangs three days before camp. Now she was standing at the edge of Bear Lake, clutching her towel like a shield, wh...
Marcus's dad gave him the hat on the first day of freshman year. "This was mine when I was your age," he said, handing over a faded navy blue cap with a curled brim. "Thought you m...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill — just the squad floating around, blasting Doja Cat, pretending we weren't all lowkey freaking out about sophomore year sta...
I've been literally running from my feelings for weeks. Track practice was supposed to be my escape, but even here, my palms are sweating like I'm about to give a presentation to t...
Maya's stomach did that thing where it felt like a tiny, furious bear was hibernating in her gut. Tonight was the night—Jordan's party. The party everyone would be talking about on...