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Maya's orange one-piece was basically a cry for help. Her mom said "practical" but Maya heard "social suicide." And now, standing at the edge of Chelsea's massive pool party, watch...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, heart doing that nervous flutter thing whenever Jackson's story appeared. Her iphone glowed with the familiar purple ring—meaning he'd posted ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The popular kids were already in the water, their laughter echoing across the blue water like somethi...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball cleats he'd worn since seventh season suddenly feeling foreign. The scouts in the bleachers weren't there for him anymore—not after the elb...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. That was the problem. After two hours of sleep and one disastrous DIY dye job, Maya's hair now registered somewhere on the spectrum between "...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the cafeteria's social pyramid—literally. The popular kids claimed the tables by the windows, seniors ruled the middle section, and freshmen got stuck...
Maya stood by the snack table at Jordan's tropical-themed birthday party, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. Someone had constructed a literal pyramid of pineapple juice b...
The pool deck felt like a stage where I definitely didn't belong. Everyone else was tan and confident, doing cannonballs and diving contests like they'd been training for it their ...
Maya's mom called it 'fox hair' — that wild, orange-tinted frizz that refused to be tamed by any amount of product or patience. Maya called it a curse. "You're NOT gonna bleach i...
The first day of sophomore year, Maya found herself staring at the sign-up sheet for Padel Club like it was written in ancient hieroglyphics. She'd just moved to this fancy suburb ...
Maya's heart did that weird **lightning**-strike thing again every time Jake's locker slammed near hers. Not the dramatic movie kind with swelling music—the awkward, silent kind wh...
Maya pressed her ear against the vent, the cold metal shocking her cheek. Below, in the basement, voices carried up through the heating duct like they were sitting right next to he...