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Maya's stomach did that thing it always did when Mr. Henderson called on her unannounced—the kind of twisty feeling that felt less like nerves and more like her organs were rearran...
My mom called it my "fox hair" — that unruly orange mop that refused to be tamed, much like the actual animal. At fourteen, having hair that matched the mascot of my middle school ...
Maya's sneakers slapped the pavement, running from her mortification. She'd just spilled neon orange Fanta all over Jake Richardson's pristine white Jordans. Jake. The guy whose In...
Maya's first real date with Liam was supposed to be cute—arcade games, shared milkshakes, maybe a hand-hold moment if the vibes were immaculate. Instead, she'd agreed to this ridic...
Leo's lungs burned as he rounded the corner, same time every morning before school. Running was the only thing that quieted the overthinking in his brain — especially about certain...
Maya's cat Luna was the only one who didn't look at her differently after the incident. Not her friends, not her crush definitely not her mom who kept asking if she needed to talk ...
The pool party was already mid-swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late but mostly just anxiously late. Her mom had made her take a vitamin D supplement before leaving—"you're alw...
The summer camp brochure had promised 'life-changing experiences.' What it hadn't mentioned was the mandatory swim test. I stood at the edge of the lake, toes curled into the sand,...
The invitation sat on my desk like a dare. Jason Miller's pool party. The same Jason Miller who sat at the apex of our school's social pyramid, surrounded by layers of increasingly...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, racket dangling from her sweaty grip. The new girl, Chloe, had just aced another serve past her—again. "You're too predictable, Maya," C...
The neon orange of her padel racquet matched the impossible sunset bleeding across the country club's western fence. Maya stood at the baseline, heart doing kickflips against her r...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket — a curtain of dark waves she could hide behind whenever things got awkward. Which was often. Like now, sitting across from Leo at ...