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Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, scissors trembling in her hand. The waist-length hair she'd grown since kindergarten was gone, scattered across the linoleum like someth...
Maya's hands shook as she gripped her iPhone, scrolling through Instagram for the hundredth time that morning. First day of freshman year, and she already felt like a zombie—three ...
The chlorine hit me like always — sharp, chemical, totally summer. I ducked behind the snack counter, smoothie blender screaming at full volume. Another shift, another endless sea ...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even stepped through the gate. Another summer pool party at Jessica's house — same girls, same drama, same fake smiles plastered across ever...
Leo's baseball cap sagged over his eyes as he leaned against the chain-link fence, watching varsity practice like some outsider studying an alien species. The coach had set up thes...
Marcus dragged himself to baseball practice like a zombie, which was pretty much his permanent state since junior year started. AP Calculus, college applications, his dad's "we nee...
Maya's older sister was always the pretty one. The one with the palm reader at the carnival who told her she'd have an adventurous life. Maya got stuck with the lady who said she'd...
Maya's mom had done it again. She'd discovered a "business opportunity" — which usually meant Maya would be spending her weekend awkwardly standing behind a folding table at the fa...
Maya's fork hovered over the bright green **spinach** on her plate. Her mom had gone through a "health phase" again, which meant Maya's lunches now looked like something a rabbit w...
Maya's hands shook as she applied the fourth coat of orange dye. The bathroom mirror showed a stranger staring back — someone bold, someone who wouldn't spend another Friday night ...
Maya stared at the vitamin gummy in her palm—her mom's latest attempt to fix everything. "For focus," she'd said. As if a chewable bear-shaped supplement could fix sophomore year. ...
The orange uniform felt like a mistake before I even stepped onto the court. Padel tryouts. Because apparently, my baseball-loving father decided I needed to be "well-rounded" and ...