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Maya's hair was supposed to be galaxy purple. Instead, after an impulsive Walmart dye job gone wrong, it looked like a grape had exploded on her head. Perfect timing for her cousin...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She gripped the red plastic cup harder, wishing she could dissolve into the backdrop of Jordan's end-of-school bash. Everyone s...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iphone screen, the practice court reflected in the glass. Another day of pretending she belonged here, surrounded by girls who'd been playing padel ...
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, popping another Vitamin D supplement like my life depended on it. Mom said it would help with energy, but honestly, the only thing draining...
The backward **baseball** cap was supposed to be my armor. Freshman year, and I'd already mastered the art of looking like I didn't care, even though I cared way too much. My mom's...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — which was gross but also very on-brand for her existence. She was standing at the edge of Tyler's house party, holding a red ...
Maya stared at her reflection, willing her **hair** to somehow transform from "I just woke up after sleeping in a tornado" to "effortlessly gorgeous high school junior." The curlin...
Maya adjusted her beat-up baseball **hat**, pulling the brim lower. First party of sophomore year, and she was already hiding in the bathroom. Her **iPhone** clutched in her sweati...
Marcus's hands were sweating through his batting gloves. Again. Varsity baseball tryouts were tomorrow, and his stomach was doing somersaults that would rival an Olympic gymnast. H...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. Tryouts for the swim team were in ten minutes, and his stomach was doing backflips. "You gonna do this or what?"...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, practically over her eyes. The hat was her shield against the terrifying reality of sophomore year orientation. She'd spent forty-five minutes st...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, clutching the box of hair dye like it was contraband. ORANGE CRUSH screamed the label. This was it — the moment she'd been overthinki...