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Maya's first shift at GreenSqueeze went sideways before her apron was even tied properly. "You're on smoothie duty," said Chloe, the shift manager who'd been giving Maya death-gla...
Maya's hair was supposed to be perfect. Three hours with the flat iron, YouTube tutorials playing on loop, and enough product to start a small fire. But now, standing at the edge o...
The goldfish — technically a betta, but whatever — floated at the top of its bowl like it was judging my entire existence. "You're pathetic," I told it, scrolling through my iPho...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her ripped jeans again. Typical. Her first real high school party and she was already lowkey spiraling. "You good, bestie...
Maya's hair had cost three hours and exactly forty-seven dollars to perfect — electric blue curls that said I don't care what you think, even though she cared entirely too much. No...
Maya gripped the pool's edge, heart hammering like a bass drop at a homecoming dance. The tryout sheet said 'freestyle, 100 meters,' but her legs felt like they'd been replaced by ...
Marcus tugged at the brim of his grandpa's fedora, feeling like a total fraud. The house party thumped with bass that vibrated in his chest, and suddenly the hat that felt vintage-...
The padel court smelled like rubber and teenage desperation. My grip on the racquet was practically sweating through the tape. Across the net, Marcus—that human grizzly bear, all s...
Maya's room was her sanctuary, or at least it was supposed to be. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her eyeliner, fifteen choosing the perfect filter, and exactly three days overth...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a maze without a map. Then she saw it—the sign-up sheet for the inaugural Padel Tournament. Padel, that tennis-squash ...
Maya's frizzy hair had a mind of its own, basically declaring independence from the rest of her head. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it that morning, but by fourth p...
The invitation to Jordan's pool party sat in my phone like a loaded grenade. I'd been dodging pool situations since sixth grade, when I emerged from the community center changing r...