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The fluorescent pool lights reflected off Taylor's brand new backwards hat, the one she'd spent two weeks' allowance on at PacSun. She adjusted the brim, trying to look casual whil...
Maya's mom had lost her mind. Absolutely, certifiably crashed out. "It's not a pyramid scheme, Maya, it's a multi-tiered entrepreneurship opportunity," her mom insisted, pointing ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in frizzy **hair** that refused to cooperate. Tonight was Jordan's party — the first real party of sophomore year, and everyone who m...
The Florida heat had reduced me to what my friends called zombie mode — eyes half-lidded, limbs moving through molasses, brain operating on minimum power. Summer before freshman ye...
Maya's mom had signed her up for the fall play without asking—again. This time, she was cast as the Great Sphinx, which meant wearing a foam headpiece with a headdress that kept sl...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling through her newly dyed blue hair. The color was supposed to be rebellious, a statement. Instead, she just looked like she'd lost a b...
Maya's locker was the unofficial headquarters of what everyone called the Note Pyramid. Freshman year, and she'd accidentally created an empire. "Just pass them along, right? Keep ...
Maya's palms were so sweaty she could barely grip her padel racket. Coach Reyes—everyone called him "the Bull" for his tendency to charge through practices like an angry beast—had ...
Maya's stomach did nervous backflips as she stared at herself in the mirror. The orange bikini—her first-ever two-piece—felt like a spotlight on her insecurities. At fourteen, ever...
My first day transferring to Oak Creek High, I was already sweating through my third-period t-shirt. Not running-sweat—more like existing-as-the-new-kid sweat. You know the vibe. ...
Maya's vintage bucket **hat** sat crooked on her head—her armor, her vibe, her entire personality at this party. She'd spent forty-five minutes curating the perfect fit. Now she wa...
Maya pulled the brim of her black beanie hat lower, trying to disappear into her hoodie. High school hallways felt like walking through a minefield of judgment. At 15, she'd master...