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The pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, fake-blue and chlorine-scented. Maya stood at the edge, towel clutched to her chest, feeling every bit the loser she was pretty sure everyo...
Maya stared at the lunchroom's invisible social pyramid. At the top sat the table by the windows—where Jenna held court with her perfect beach waves and curated aesthetic. Maya, wi...
My first real shift at Uncle Jerry's roadside zoo and I was already regretting everything. The uniform was tragic—khaki shorts two sizes too big and a polo that screamed 'I have gi...
Maya's fingers traced the spiderweb crack across her iPhone screen—her battle scar from freshman year, when she'd finally stood up to Tyler in the cafeteria. Now, senior year, nobo...
The vintage trucker hat perched awkwardly on my head was supposed to be my armor. Mom's words echoed in my brain: "Just be yourself, Maya." But myself wasn't exactly crushing it at...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she might actually slip right off her lounge chair. The Miller's pool party was basically the social event of the summer, and somehow she'd manage...
Maya knew something was off when Jessica—queen of Northwood High, owner of the perfect wardrobe, and human equivalent of a glossy magazine—started carrying a giant jug of murky gre...
Maya's lungs burned. She'd been running for forty-five minutes straight, Coach Davis screaming at the cross-country team from his pickup truck. "Pump those arms! State qualifiers ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be platinum blonde. Instead, it looked like a banana had thrown up on her head. "Nope, nope, absolutely not," she groaned, staring at her reflection. H...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the gravel crunching beneath her worn-out sneakers. Cross country practice wasn't supposed to feel like this — like she was carrying the wei...
I looked like a zombie. Four hours of sleep, energy drinks for breakfast, and now stuck working the concession stand at my brother's baseball tournament. The synthetic vitamins I'd...
The goldfish floated sideways in its bowl, its orange scales catching the afternoon light. Dead. My best friend Maya sat on my bed, scrolling through her phone, half-watching as I ...