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Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Like, actually refused. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz into something resembling social acceptability, but it had other p...
The goldfish floated at the top of the bowl, its orange scales barely moving. I'd promised Maya I'd keep Barnaby alive while she was at band camp, but three days in, and I was alre...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her grip on the padel racket. This was, without a doubt, the most cringe moment of her sophomore year — which was saying something, con...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers trembling. The hair dye was supposed to be subtle sun-kissed highlights. Instead, she looked like a zebra having an identity crisis. "Don't ...
The chlorine stung my nose as I hovered at the edge of everything—again. Maya's party was exactly the kind of social battlefield I usually avoided, but she'd noticed me in bio lab ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Which was exactly why she shouldn't have agreed to let Jay read her palm at Chloe's party. Now she sat cross-legged on the basement floor, surrounded b...
I handed Gatorade to the baseball team like I'd done every Friday since seventh grade. 'Thanks, Maya,' Marcus said, already turning back to his teammates. I wasn't Maya to them any...
Three weeks into summer, Maya's hair was still adjusting to the choppy layers she'd asked for, which the stylist had somehow interpreted as "experimental mullet adjacent." Every mo...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, her curly hair defying gravity, humidity, and every single hair product she owned. The first day of sophomore year at a new school, and ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The invite said "casual hang" but the Instagram stories were telling a different story — everyone in their ...
The Ethernet cable snaked across Maya's basement floor like a black viper, connecting our world to the one that actually mattered. We were five deep into an all-night gaming sessio...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her dad's old fitted cap for the thousandth time. The navy blue bram sat pulled low over her forehead—her security blanket, her social ...