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Maya's hands trembled as she wrestled with the tangled mess of cables behind Jordan's TV. Sixteen years old, and she still couldn't figure out how technology worked. Meanwhile, the...
My iPhone sat on the bench like a judgmental brick, screen lighting up every thirty seconds with texts I was too nervous to answer. You coming? Maya had sent. Fifth time this hour....
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, popping the biotin supplement into her mouth. Another vitamin, another day of trying to fix everything that felt wrong about h...
Maya's iPhone flashed 12% battery. Not great when you're about to DM your crush for the first time. Across the baseball field, Leo stretched near the dugout, his jersey catching t...
Maya's mom dropped her off at Tyler's house with the usual lecture: 'Have fun, don't drink anything weird, and ANSWER your phone.' Maya rolled her eyes so hard she practically saw ...
Maya clutched her towel like a security blanket, standing at the edge of Chloe's backyard party. The in-ground pool glittered like something from a music video, and people she'd on...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Jasmine—her best friend since kindergarten, the one who now sat with the popular crowd at lunch. "Party @ Kyle's 2nite. U coming?" Maya ...
The summer I turned fifteen, my mom got it into her head that I needed 'structure.' That's how I ended up working at Pet Paradise, watching over fifty tanks of goldfish while my fr...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own that day, exploding in a frizzy halo after she'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightening iron. She stood outside the gym doors, listening ...
I was running on three hours of sleep and pure anxiety—basically a zombie with a Starbucks addiction. The APUSH exam had turned my brain into mush, but somehow I was still expected...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat weighing heavy in his hands like a guilty conscience. The summer sun beat down on the field, turning his jersey into a second skin. He misse...
The grocery store hummed with fluorescent Friday afternoon energy, and my hands were literally shaking as I faced the papaya display like it was about to detonate. Three weeks into...