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Maya's bathroom mirror fogged up as the storm outside rattled the windowpane. Perfect atmospheric lighting for her first DIY hair dye disaster—erm, adventure. Her mom's expensive b...
The popular kids sat at the top of the lifeguard chair like they owned the entire pool, forming their usual pyramid—Mackenzie at the peak, then her inner circle, then everyone else...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: varsity jocks at the top, theater kids somewhere in the middle, and everyone else crushed beneath. I'd spent three years trying to ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling through what was supposed to be "sunset copper" but looked more like "carrot gone wrong." The DIY hair dye kit promised salon result...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even saw the pool. Another summer of sitting on the sidelines while everyone else lived their best lives. She clutched her vitamin water like...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the warm concrete. Everyone else was already in the water, laughing and splashing like they'd been best friends since kinder...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the cross country trail stretching endlessly before her. She wasn't just running from her personal best time—she was running from the truth ...
Wednesday night at the Rodriguez house meant two things: the eternal spinach struggle, and Abuela treating family dinner like an interrogation chamber. I pushed the green stuff aro...
Maya's phone buzzed with another notification from the group chat. The seniors were planning a post-graduation pool party at Jordan's house, and somehow Maya's crush, Leo, had repl...
Maya stared at the cafeteria seating chart like it was some ancient Egyptian pyramid she'd never summit. Freshman year at Northwood High, and she'd already mapped out the social hi...
Maya was practically running toward the school gym, her Adidas hitting the pavement in a rhythm that matched her racing heart. Homecoming week, and she was finally going to talk to...
The baseball cap sat backwards on my head, the brim pressing against my skull like a cheap crown. I wasn't a sports person—never had been—but Tyler swore this would help me fit in ...