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Maya's palms were sweating, which was ironic considering she was about to get into a pool. The entire swim team stood by the diving boards like some kind of athletic pyramid scheme...
My palms were sweating. Again. I wiped them on my shorts for the third time, staring at the entrance to Jessica's pool party like it was the gates to Mordor. The massive palm tree ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. First day at Jefferson High and she'd already managed to signup for something called "padel club" by accident—sh...
Maya's hair had been betraying her since seventh grade. In bathroom mirrors, in classroom windows, in the black reflection of her phone screen—the frizz always won. Her mother call...
Maya pressed her forehead against the cool glass of her bedroom window, spy-mode fully engaged. Three houses down, the cool kids were having another party. She could see them throu...
The county fair smelled like fried dough and desperation, but Maya was here for one reason: to prove she wasn't the same girl who'd cried at the petting zoo last year. She adjusted...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The end-of-summer bash was in full swing—some juniors had formed a human pyramid in the shall...
I walked into third period feeling like a **zombie**—thanks to Maya's three-hour Instagram voice note saga about whether Tyler actually looked at her story or just scrolled past it...
The invitation said 'pool party' but Maya's brain heard 'social execution.' Standing at the edge of the Reynolds' backyard, clutching a lukewarm orange soda like it was a life raft...
The vitamin gummies were supposed to be my mom's way of ensuring I didn't, like, literally die during summer camp. But staring at the bottle now, jammed into my backpack beside my ...
The country club felt like a different planet, and I was definitely the alien. Mom's new husband had pulled strings to get us a summer membership, which meant I was stuck watching ...
Maya smoothed down her dress for the tenth time, her reflection staring back with those sharp, winged eyeliner flicks she'd practiced all week. The fox-eye look was trending on Tik...