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Maya stared at her reflection, scissors hovering. The choppy new bob looked foreign, like someone else's hair. Exactly the point. Friday night, and Maya Chen was finally going to b...
Maya's heart hammered like crazy as she stood in Tyler's basement, surrounded by the popular crowd she'd spent years watching from afar. The air smelled like cheap body spray and i...
Maya's junior year had been descending into chaos ever since the cafeteria incident—which she refused to discuss, thank you very much—but mostly because she'd accidentally become t...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, eyeing the entrance of Jefferson High's annual spring festival like it was a lion's den. "You're...
The chlorine hit my nose before I even saw the pool. Jake's end-of-summer bash. Everyone who's anyone was gonna be there, including Maya, who I'd been lowkey obsessing over since J...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even reached the gate. Another Saturday, another pool party at Jessica's house. Maya tightened her grip on her towel, dreading the swim test...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing her frizzy orange hair. Again. It was like a **fox** had exploded on her head — wild, unmanageable, and way too...
Maya's new iPhone 15 Pro lay face down on the padel court,屏幕 splintered into a spiderweb of doom. Her stomach dropped harder than when she'd flubbed that presentation in homeroom y...
The social hierarchy at Kennedy High worked like a pyramid scheme: the popular kids at the top collected status while everyone else paid in dignity. I'd spent freshman year trying ...
Maya's bedroom was her sanctuary, especially since her parents' divorce turned her life into a spectator sport. Her goldfish, Bubbles, floated in his bowl on the nightstand, his mo...
Maya's hair had other plans. Like, seriously other plans. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, but the humidity at Miller's end-of-summer pool party was already wi...
Maya wasn't built for the lacrosse field. Everyone knew that. Including Coach Miller, who made her run extra laps after every practice because her coordination was apparently 'a wo...