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My first weekend job at the Renaissance Faire seemed like it would be easy money. I was wrong. "You're on poop patrol," said Tyler, shifting his weight in his ridiculous velvet je...
The bass from the speakers vibrated through the concrete patio, but I couldn't feel it. Not really. Not when I was standing three feet from the deep end, frozen like I'd been curse...
That summer, my only friend was a goldfish named Steve. Pathetic? Yeah, no cap. But when you've moved three times in two years and your social skills are cooked, you take what you ...
Maya's mom had pushed the same neon orange bottle toward her every single morning since seventh grade. "Your hair vitamin," she'd say, like it was some kind of magic potion. "You'l...
The bathroom mirror reflected a version of me I barely recognized—a glossy black cat ear headband perched on messy curls, whiskers drawn with shaky hands. I looked like I was tryin...
Maya stared at her reflection, her normally perfectly curled hair now a frizzy disaster after swimming in gym class. She groaned, grabbing another handful of her dad's expensive po...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically irrigate a small country. This was it—her first real high school party, and she was currently hiding in the bathroom, starin...
The summer before sophomore year, I was determined to reinvent myself. Gone was the quiet Maya who sat in the back — I was going to be Bold, Confident Maya. Which is how I ended up...
Maya's hair had been perfect since seventh grade. Sleek, dark brown, falling just right against her shoulders in every Instagram post. But staring at her reflection the morning bef...
Maya's first mistake was eating that papaya by the pool. The juice—sticky and bright—had somehow ended up on her upper lip, and she'd spent twenty minutes thinking everyone was sta...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The annual neighborhood block party. Social suicide waiting to happen. "Hey, you coming in?" Jake called f...
Maya's legs burned from running laps around the school track, Coach Miller's voice echoing in her head: 'Faster, Rivera, you're not gonna make varsity daydreaming!' But she couldn'...