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Maya stared at the mirror, adjusting the vintage beret she'd thrifted for three dollars. It was ridiculous, honestly – a bright orange wool hat that screamed *look at me*. But afte...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** down lower, wishing she could disappear into the bleachers. Homecoming court announcements in ten minutes and she'd somehow gotten nominated. Probabl...
My summer of reinvention started with a spinach smoothie and ended with a papaya-scented confession about who I actually was. "It's basically a liquid vitamin," Chloe said, slidin...
Maya stared at her reflection, the bathroom fluorescent lighting catching the vibrant orange strands she'd spent three hours perfecting. It was supposed to be subtle highlights. It...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed in the darkness of her room at 2 AM, another notification from the group chat lighting up her face like a ghost. Just scrolled past three selfies of Chl...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was practically afraid she'd short out her iPhone. This was it — her first time hanging out with Jordan outside of school, and of course she'...
Maya's mom handed her the cable-knit sweater with a look that said *please don't hate me*. It was, objectively, hideous. The kind of ugly that somehow circled back around to being ...
The flashlight beam cut through Maya's basement like a lightsaber, illuminating 47 different takeout containers and one very judgmental calico cat. Mr. Whiskers sat on the sleeping...
My mom forced the ridiculous beanie on my head before I left. "It's gonna rain, Maya," she'd said, like that explained anything. The fluorescent orange thing glowed under the stree...
Maya stood frozen at the edge of the diving board, her heart running a marathon against her ribs. Below, the pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, filled with bodies that definitely...
Maya hated pool days. Mostly because her swim skills peaked at "not drowning immediately," while half the junior class seemed to have grown gills in the womb. She clung to the pool...
Maya's thumbs were going to cramp. Another text to Leo: *dude where r u???* The house party roared around her—solo cups stacked in a wobbly pyramid on the kitchen counter, bass vi...