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Maya adjusted the bucket hat, tucking a stray strand of bright orange hair underneath. First day at the new school, first day trying to make friends, first time playing padel – and...
Jordan stood frozen as the massive **bull** of a linebacker charged toward him during freshman tryouts. The guy had to be six-two and built like a tank, living up to his nickname p...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's crowded basement, her sphinx costume from the school play feeling increasingly ridiculous. She'd agreed to wear it on a dare, but now, surrounded...
The first time I saw him, he was shirtless by the pool, cristobal-water dripping off his shoulders like he'd been poured straight out of a Greek mythology textbook. I was supposed ...
Maya stood at the base of the cheerleading pyramid in her brother's old orange sweatshirt, trying not to think about how her hair—usually vibrant orange curls—was currently squashe...
The chlorine stung my nose as I hovered at the deep end, watching everyone else live their best lives. Jordan's pool party was supposed to be epic, but somehow I'd ended up as the ...
The baseball field lights flickered like they were deciding whether to give up completely. Maya stood near the dugout, her cheap zombie makeup melting in the humidity, watching Jak...
Maya pulled her orange beanie down lower, practically swallowing her forehead. Fifteen years old and already hiding—from the world, from herself, mostly from the mirror that showed...
Javi had been waiting for this moment all summer. Finally, he was bringing Maya home, and his mami had outdone herself with the spread. The papaya sat in the center of the table li...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers touching the uneven chunks where her hair used to be. The salon lady swore it would be "edgy and modern." Instead, Maya looked like a lawnmow...
The pool water glowed that fake electric blue, like someone had dumped a gallon of food coloring into it. Maya stood at the edge, squeezing her arms around herself, suddenly hyper-...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was brutal, and I was somewhere near the bottom—barely above the kids who ate lunch in the library. That's why, when Maya—actual Maya, whose In...