A Dream of Maya
Leo was fourteen, which, in his opinion, was a difficult age to navigate. It was an age of awkward silences and too-loud laughter, of homework and video games, and, most recently, of Maya. He first saw her in the library, hunched over a history textbook, a single strand of hair falling over her concentration. What really caught his attention, though, was when she looked up and broke into a grin. Her smile was infectious, lighting up her entire face, and it was the first thing he thought of every morning. He started to see her everywhere. In the cafeteria, she would tell hilarious stories about her younger brother, her eyes sparkling as she described his latest antics. In the hallways, she would stop to help a younger student who had dropped their books, offering a kind word and a warm smile. She wasn't just pretty; she was genuinely a good person, and Leo was smitten. Their friendship blossomed slowly at first. He’d "accidentally" bump into her at her locke...