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Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing her frizzy hair for the tenth time tonight. The curling iron had failed her, leaving her with a half-hearted wave that...
Marcus stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, running a hand through his dark curls. The bet had seemed genius at the time—shave his head if the Knights lost the baseball...
Maya's room looked like a radioactive spaghetti monster had exploded everywhere. Cables — HDMI, power, Ethernet — coiled around her desk like digital snakes, tangling her hopes of ...
Maya's dad thrust a grocery bag into her arms as she rushed for the door. "Don't forget the papaya! Grandma's expecting it for dinner." "Dad, seriously?" Maya groaned. "It's gonna...
The goldfish had been dead for three weeks before Maya finally noticed. The bowl sat on top of her bookshelf, water clouded with neglect, the tiny orange body floating like a disca...
The first day of freshman year, I learned two things: high school social dynamics operate like a pyramid scheme, and I desperately needed swimming lessons. When Maya Chen—sophomore...
Maya pulled her bucket **hat** down until the brim touched her eyebrows. A shield. That's what it was—armor against the blinding afternoon sun and the judgment of twenty sophomore ...
The social pyramid of Creekwood High was as rigid as geometry class—jocks on top, band kids in the middle, and everyone else fighting for the scraps. Usually, I was firmly planted ...
Marcus adjusted his snapback, trying to look like he belonged at Varsity Stadium. The social pyramid at Northwood High had him firmly wedged somewhere between 'theater kids' and 't...
Maya's **hair** had been public enemy number one since seventh grade, when she'd first discovered that her curls didn't bounce — they rebelled. Frizz-centered chaos that refused to...
Marcus was sprinting across the parking lot, his cleats slamming against the pavement. He was officially running late—again. Coach was gonna kill him. "Where's your hat?" Jenna ca...
The orange sneakers were a mistake. That's what Maya thought when she walked into the community center, her shoes glowing like radioactive traffic cones against the scuffed linoleu...