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The humidity was already a solid wall by 2 PM, the kind that makes your hair frizz no matter how much product you layer on. I was stuck at Sarah's pool party, nursing a warm lemona...
Maya's first house-sitting gig wasn't supposed to be this chaotic. The Mitchells' golden **goldfish**, Bubbles, kept doing weird backflips, and their elderly **cat**, Mr. Whiskers,...
Maya's cousin said papaya tasted like "vomit sunshine" but Maya actually loved it. She stood in the cafeteria, desperately peeling the exotic fruit her mom packed, while the baseba...
The vitamin D supplements sat on Maya's nightstand, a promised cure for the perpetual exhaustion of sophomore year. Another late night, another DOOM scroll through Instagram until ...
Maya's palms were sweating through her batting gloves. Varsity baseball tryouts, sophomore year. If she didn't make the cut this time, her dad would give her that disappointed look...
The papaya-colored snapback sat on my head like a neon sign advertising my desperation. Maya's pool party. The social event of the summer. And here I was, fifteen years old, wearin...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from the group chat. "U coming to Kayla's party? Everyone's gonna be there." She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Last...
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror—dark circles under my eyes, messy hair, the classic zombie look. Finals week at Northwood High would do that to you. My little sister Maya...
Maya had been avoiding the Hendersons' pool party for three weeks straight. Her phone lit up with another text from Jenna: “Everyone's gonna be there. Don't make me come over there...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My hair, previously a boring mouse-brown that screamed "I'm fine with blending in," now blazed neon pink. Mom had definitely noticed. Her sid...
Maya stared at her phone's cracked screen, thumb hovering over Instagram. The social pyramid at Northwood High tilted sharply today—someone's rank had shifted, and the whispers in ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she walked through the glass doors of the padel club for the first time. Everyone else moved like they'd been born with a racquet in their hand, whi...