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Maya's phone buzzed. Third text from Jake in ten minutes. U comng 2 the party??? She stared at her reflection. The braces were gone, finally, but something felt off. Her mom had g...
My hair was supposed to be the solution. That's what I told myself when I bleached it platinum blonde at 2 AM before the first day of sophomore year. I was going to be someone new ...
Maya's first job as pool monitor was supposed to be easy money—sit in the chair, apply sunscreen, and occasionally tell some kid not to run on the deck. But that was before she not...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, fixing her crop top for the third time. Her first fair without her parents hovering, and she was lowkey freaking out. "You look fine, Maya. You ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip the bat. Senior year. Bottom of the ninth. Bases loaded. The kind of moment she'd dreamed about since T-ball, and she was p...
My hair looked like a squirrel had nested in it, then died, then haunted it from beyond the grave. Perfect for the first day of sophomore year, right? "You look... intense," Maya ...
Maya stared at her reflection, her newly dyed blue hair falling in waves she didn't recognize. The old Maya—the one who played it safe, got good grades, and never drew attention to...
Maya stared at the blank canvas, her phone buzzing with texts from the group chat she'd been ghosted from three days ago. The house party tonight would be awkward — everyone knew T...
Maya's first high school house party was supposed to be life-changing. Instead, she was currently hiding in a downstairs bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror with absolute ho...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was honestly embarrassing for someone who supposedly swam varsity back in Jersey. The whole thing was pure bull, and now she was paying the price ...
Maya's calves burned like someone set them on fire, but she kept running. The cross country trail stretched ahead—a winding ribbon of mud and roots that smelled like wet earth and ...
The summer air smelled like cotton candy and desperation. I stood there, phone clutched in my sweaty palm, watching Jake Hernandez lean against the fence near the mechanical bull l...