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The pool smelled like chlorine and bad decisions. Maya stood at the edge, her stomach doing backflips. Swim tryouts. Because apparently her sophomore year wasn't stressful enough w...
Maya's hair had decided to stage a rebellion. The humidity was doing that thing where it made her normally manageable curls explode into a frizzy halo around her head. Great. Just ...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stared at herself in the bathroom mirror. The orange hair dye she'd bought from the drugstore was supposed to be "sunset copper," but it looked mo...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his grandpa's faded blue hat like it contained the secrets of the universe. The L hat—stained with coffee rings and smelling like ol...
Maya pulled her dad's old baseball cap low over her eyes, brim curved perfectly to hide her face. This was her spot: the metal bench behind the chain-link fence, far enough from th...
Maya adjusted her cropped sweatband for the third time, feeling ridiculously out of place at the exclusive padel club. Her cousin Lena had insisted she come, promising it would be ...
The humid air clung to Maya's skin as she sat cross-legged under the swaying **palm** tree, her thumbs flying across her **iPhone** screen. Three weeks into her family's move to Ha...
My palms were sweating through my grip on the padel racket. Again. "You good, Mateo?" Lena asked from across the court. She wasn't even winded, while I looked like I'd just run a ...
The **vitamin** gummies rattled in Maya's pocket as she stood at the edge of **Bull Creek**, watching the sunset paint the sky **orange**. Her friends were already knee-deep in the...
I'd been spying on Marcus for three weeks before he caught me. Okay, maybe "spying" is dramatic. I was just strategically positioning myself near the baseball dugout during lunch,...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizz that defied physics, humidity, and three different hair products she'd begged her mom to buy. Senior photos were in two hours, and ...
Maya's **hair** was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, it looked like a pumpkin exploded on her head. The box dye had lied. Now she had first-day-at-a-new-school energy wi...