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Maya's contacts felt like sandpaper against her eyeballs. Three hours of sleep after finals week will do that to you. "You look like a actual zombie," Chloe said, passing her a re...
Maya clutched the papaya like it was a grenade, sweating through her flannel. Three weeks into sophomore year and she still couldn't figure out the cafeteria hierarchy—where did yo...
The sun beat down on the country club pool like it had something personal against me. I floated in the shallow end, wishing I could dissolve into the chlorinated water and escape t...
The orange hair dye sat on my counter like a dare. Three weeks into sophomore year and I was still the girl who blended into lockers, whose teachers forgot her name, who existed in...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The end-of-summer bash raged around her—kids cannonballing, music thumping, Tyler Davidson laughing wit...
Maya crouched behind the dumpster behind the roller rink, her breath ghosting in the October chill. Being a spy wasn't exactly how she'd planned to spend her Friday night, but when...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her wild orange curls defying gravity, humidity, and every expensive hair product she'd wasted her allowance on. 'Looking like...
I'd been a spy all sophomore year. Not the cool kind with gadgets and explosions, but the invisible-at-lunch kind. Watch Jordan from across the cafeteria, analyze Maya's squad dyna...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her racket like it might save her from total social extinction. The humidity in South Florida made everything sticky — her clot...
The orange glow of the party lights washed across Maya's face as she stood near the garage, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. This was supposed to be the party of ...
The smoothie sat on the kitchen counter like a toxic puddle from a nuclear swamp. Maya's mom had gone through a wellness phase, which meant Maya's breakfast now consisted of spinac...
Maya felt like a straight-up zombie as she trudged onto the baseball field for tryouts. Three hours of sleep after finishing that AP History paper would do that to you. But Dad had...