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Maya's mom had turned their kitchen into a vitamin laboratory. "Take this one for focus," she'd say, pressing orange tablets into Maya's palm before first period. "And this one for...
The house party was supposed to be legendary—Jake's parents were out of town, which meant their backyard pool was about to become the social capital of the entire sophomore class. ...
The pool party was supposed to be lit, but Maya's stomach was doing that thing where it felt like her insides were literally tying themselves into knots. She stood by the snack tab...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his hands like a nervous heartbeat. The varsity tryouts. His moment. And yeah, he was terrified. Coach Miller watched from the ...
Maya's iPhone glowed in the darkness of the treehouse as we waited for what felt like forever. She kept refreshing Instagram like her life depended on it, her thumbs moving in that...
Maya stared at her reflection, her frizzy **hair** defying the $45 styling cream she'd wasted her babysitting money on. "You look like a zombie," her little brother announced from ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was probably leaving actual puddles on the plastic folding chair. Which would be fine, except she was wearing that ridiculous straw hat her m...
Marcus had the social pyramid of Northwood High memorized by October. Cheerleaders at the top. Athletes just below. Everyone else scattered in the middle, struggling not to slide t...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 7:43 AM. Three texts from Jake, each more desperate than the last. 'padel at 10??' 'u coming??' '???' Maya groaned into her pillow. Sh...
Maya's frizzy hair refused to cooperate, defying the expensive conditioner her mom swore would change everything. She popped a vitamin C supplement—her latest desperate attempt to ...
Sixteen-year-old Maya felt like a total spy at Cedar Lake High, always watching from the fringes while the popular kids lived their seemingly perfect lives. She'd mastered the art ...
My hair was supposed to be cornrows. Instead, I looked like a distressed hedgehog. "You look... distinct," my sister Jasmine said, trying not to laugh while her cat Mittens purred...