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Maya Rodriguez stared at the HDMI cable like it was a venomous snake. Behind her, the winter formal thumped with bass heavy enough to rattle teeth. Two hours until her speech for S...
Maya's mom had gone full wellness influencer again, which meant Maya's lunchbox contained the most embarrassing fruit known to humanity: papaya. In the cafeteria. With Jason watchi...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from the group chat: *pool party @ Jake's, 2pm. Be there or be square.* She stared at her ceiling fan, already doing mental gymnastics. The i...
The county fair smelled like fried dough and desperation, exactly where I didn't want to be on a Saturday night. But Maya had texted—u coming?—and apparently my social life needed ...
Marcus stood at third base, sweat dripping down his temple like he was melting instead of just playing baseball. The entire eighth grade was watching, and his palms were so slipper...
My palms were sweating inside the bear costume. Like, actually dripping. I'd signed up for what I thought would be an easy summer gig—being the mascot at the neighborhood pool part...
Maya gripped her iPhone so hard her knuckles turned white. The Taylor residence pool party was in full swing — Instagram stories being snapped, Spotify playlist blasting, bodies mo...
Maya's padel racquet felt slippery. Against her. "You up?" Jake called from the other side of the court, grinning like he already knew the answer. "Yeah," Maya lied, swiping swea...
Maya stood before the mechanical bull, her curly hair frizzy from the July humidity, while her friends cheered from the sidelines. The county fair smelled like funnel cakes and des...
Maya's new green hair was supposed to be emerald. Not pond-scum green. Her mom's "all-natural" henna kit had lied. "You look like a creative thinker," her best friend Ji-hoon said...
The backyard shimmered with that particular Friday-night energy—the kind where chlorine and cheap perfume mixed with possibility. Maya clutched her solo cup like a lifeline, positi...
Maya smoothed her apron for the third time, checking her reflection in the bakery case glass. First day at Gourmet Fresh, and naturally she'd already managed to knock over a displa...