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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actual dripping situation as she gripped the counter at Paws & Claws, her first-ever job. Mrs. Henderson had hired her yesterday after school, pro...
The Friday before school started, Maya found herself at Jake Morrison's pool party—the kind of event that lived in your group chat's lore for weeks. Everyone who was anyone would b...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the ladle. Her first shift at the concession stand, and naturally Dylan was in line—the same Dylan who sat behind her in pre...
Maya's palms were practically leaking as she clutched her red solo cup like it was a grenade. Her first high school party. sophomore year, and she was still lowkey terrified of eve...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid from her usual corner table. At the top sat the popular kids—laughing, perfect, seemingly radiating actual light. Then came the athlet...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the track blurring beneath her sneakers like the math test she'd definitely failed third period. Coach Davis's voice echoed across the field...
The locker room mirror confirmed my worst nightmare. A bright green chunk of **spinach** wedged perfectly between my front teeth, staring back at me like it owned the place. "Dude...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it was orange. Like, construction-cone orange. "Dude," Jayla said, staring at Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror...
Marcus's mom said his bear hoodie was getting too small, but she didn't understand. It was armor. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield of side-eyes...
Maya's grandpa's fedora sat crooked on her head—a total thrift store find that somehow became her entire personality this semester. It was her armor, her statement piece, her liter...
Maya's vintage cowboy hat sat crooked on her head—a thrift store find she'd spent forty bucks on, which was basically her entire allowance for the month. It was supposed to be her ...
The humidity hung heavy over the outdoor padel courts, thick enough to chew. Maya adjusted her ponytail—third time in five minutes—hyper-aware that her hair had somehow developed a...