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Maya stood outside Pharaoh's Escape, gripping her phone so hard her palm sweat through the case. Jordan's sixteenth birthday party. Jordan, who sat two rows behind her in AP Bio an...
The snapback sat backwards on my head, positioning me perfectly as someone who had their entire life figured out at seventeen. Total vibes. Except the hat was two sizes too big, an...
Maya tugged her beanie lower, but the **hat** couldn't hide what she'd done to her **hair**. The box said "chocolate brown," but somehow she'd ended up with "accidental pumpkin." S...
I was a spy. Or at least, that's what I told myself as I crouched behind the padel court fence, iphone clutched in my sweaty hand like it was a top-secret gadget. Mission: observe ...
Maya's hair was officially a disaster. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but humidity had other plans. Now she stood outside Tyler's house, clutching her swi...
Jake's vintage baseball cap sat backward on his head like a crown of confidence he didn't actually feel. The faded blue fabric smelled like his older brother's room—leather, cologn...
Mateo's stomach did backflips as he stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The Sanchez twins' annual summer bash. Everyone who was anyone would be here...
Maya gripped her padel racket, sweat already pricking at her hairline even though she'd only been on the court for five minutes. The glass walls of the indoor court reflected her n...
Maya's **palm**s were sweating so bad she could barely grip her **padel** racket. Across the net, Jake — okay, Jacob, nobody actually called him Jake except her in her head — was s...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a life raft. The water shimmered with that fake turquoise glow that only indoor pools have. This was supp...
Maya swallowed her morning vitamin with a grimace. Her mom swore these gummy abominations would fix everything—her skin, her energy, her entire existence. Meanwhile, Maya's actual ...
The invitation sat on my phone screen for three days before I finally typed: sure. Maddie's end-of-summer pool party. The same Maddie who'd spent seventh grade making my life miser...