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Mateo's hands wouldn't stop shaking. "You're going to crush it," Sofia said, though her eyes said otherwise. She adjusted her padel racket, checking the grip like she always did w...
Maya's cat, Jupiter, kept headbutting her ankle like he knew. Like he knew she was about to do something wildly out of character and he was either cheering her on or begging her to...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in hair the color of a warning sign. Fox orange. Three days freshman year and she'd already betrayed her former self—the girl who bl...
The lake stretched out before us, glass-smooth except for where the wind riffled the surface into tiny waves. I sat on the dock with my legs dangling in the water, watching Maya's ...
Maya's life was officially the most boring thing on planet Earth, and that included her mom's Tupperware collection. That was before Jason Chen accidentally liked her photo from th...
The orange sun dipped behind the clubhouse as I adjusted my hat—backward, because that's how Leo wore his, and I was still in that phase where I thought copying someone's style mig...
The bass from Maya's speakers thumped in my chest like a second heartbeat. I'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting my eyeliner and convincing myself I belonged at this party, yet h...
Maya's phone buzzed with the address. Her first actual party. Not "friends over for pizza" party, but like, real high school party party. She stared at herself in the mirror. Her ...
Standing at the edge of the pool, Maya watched Jordyn's orange hair bob through the crowd of juniors. They'd been best friend since third grade, back when they'd won that goldfish ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his Tupperware like a lifeline. The baseball varsity guys were doing cannonballs off the diving board, their laughter echoing ...
Maya stood by the **water** fountain at the country club, checking her reflection. Her sun hat sat perfectly — not too try-hard, just effortless enough. At least, that's what she t...
Maya's hands were shaking as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the temporary hair dye staining her fingers. Orange. Like, actually orange. Not the cute auburn she'd pictur...