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Maya scanned the lunchroom, her stomach doing that familiar thing where it felt like it was about to stage a mutiny. Freshman year was basically one long exercise in feeling like a...
Maya's hair had decided to stage a rebellion. Again. She stared at her reflection, finger-combing the frizzy explosion that had somehow transformed overnight from 'totally manageab...
Maya's vintage bucket hat sat crooked on her head, a shield against the world. At seventeen, she'd finally learned that blending in was safer than standing out. But tonight, Liam's...
The neon lights of the padel court blurred through my phone screen as I waited for Text Back. Any second now. The group chat was blowing up about Jake's party tonight, but I was st...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was geometry class all over again. At the top sat the students who'd somehow mastered the art of looking effortless—those girl...
Maya's eyes burned. Three hours of sleep would turn anyone into a zombie, but finals week didn't care about her circadian rhythm. Her parents dropped her off at Shoreline Beach wit...
The baseball sat in the corner of the **pool** deck, gathering chlorine dust. Jordan's dad had bought it for his birthday last month, expecting it to transform him into some varsit...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The water glittered tauntingly beneath the fairy lights, and inside her flip-flops, her...
Maya smoothed her borrowed sundress, feeling like a fraud. The invitation said "casual dinner," but when your crush's mom is a food blogger, casual means locally-sourced everything...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against the locker room bench—another notification from the group chat. She ignored it, staring at her reflection. Chlorine already lingered in her pores from ...
Maya stood in the corner of Jason's basement, nursing a cup of lukewarm soda while everyone else acted like they'd been partying since birth. The papaya sat on the snack table, loo...
The iphone buzzed in my pocket like an angry hornet. Maya's text lit up the screen: "Party at Jordan's. U coming??" I stared at my charging cable, frayed at the ends like my nerve...