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Maya's hair wouldn't cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect the effortless waves her crush Jake always complimented on Sarah, but now her frizz was staging a f...
I felt like a literal goldfish at Tyler's party, swimming in circles around the same groups of people, my three-second attention span catching fragments of conversations I wasn't p...
The goldfish bowl sat on the passenger seat like a weird, swimming middle finger. Maya's mom had actually trusted her to bring the class pet home for the weekend, and Maya was alre...
The sphinx appeared right behind home plate, right when I was up to bat with the tying run on second. I mean, not a REAL sphinx—though at that moment, my overheated, fourteen-year...
I stood frozen, my iphone clutched so tight my knuckles turned white. The notification from Marcus—"u coming 2 padel 2day? everyone will b there"—felt like a guillotine hanging ove...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts, leaving dark streaks on the turquoise fabric. The community pool glittered behind her, a blur of bronzed bodies and...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizzy mop into something resembling "effortless beach waves," but it looked more like "survived...
Maya's hands shook as she rinsed out the fox-red dye in the campground bathroom. Her mom would freak, obviously, but that was kind of the point. Summer camp was Maya's chance to re...
The fluorescent lights of the hallway felt like they were draining my soul. Finals week had turned me into a certified zombie—three cups of coffee deep, eyes burning, sliding throu...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the third lap, the track blurring beneath her sneakers like a brown ribbongoning nowhere. Coach benson had nicknamed her "the fox" last season — c...
I stood behind the counter at GreenLeaf, my parents' pretentious health-food café, mechanically chopping spinach for the seventeenth time that shift. The fluorescent lights buzzed ...
Leo had been watching her for three weeks. Not in a creepy way - okay, maybe a little creepy, but desperate times called for desperate measures. The new girl, Zara, sat alone at lu...