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The pool glittered like someone had dumped a truckload of glitter into chlorinated water. I hovered near the snack table, clutching my red solo cup like it contained the antidote ...
The papaya sat in my lunchbox, tropical and suspicious, like I was trying too hard to be interesting. Which I was. It was week three of summer padel camp, and I still couldn't make...
Sixteen and still terrified of everything. That was me, Maya, walking through the last week of sophomore year with my heart doing backflips every time Jake glanced my way in AP Eur...
Maya's vintage bucket hat wasn't just accessory — it was armor. Junior year at Northwood High meant performing confidence she didn't feel, and the hat stayed perpetually pulled low...
Chloe didn't want to be at the Sunset Country Club. Her parents had dragged her there, claiming it would be "good for her social development," which was basically code for "please ...
Maya's hair was definitely too orange for the first day of sophomore year. She'd spent all summer trying to perfect the sun-kissed look, but now staring at her reflection in the gy...
The first time I saw the fox, I was literally dying inside. Tryouts for the cross country team had been that morning—me, huffing like I'd smoked a pack a day since kindergarten, w...
Maya's oversized bucket hat wasn't just a fashion statement—it was her invisibility cloak, her fortress of solitude, her "don't perceive me" force field. At 15, when everyone else ...
Maya's hands shook as she twisted open the vitamin bottle—again. Cherry flavor, third one today. Not that she actually believed they'd fix her awkwardness, but at least she could b...
Maya's first week at Northwood High was going exactly zero percent well until lunch on Thursday, when she realized the spinach from her salad had been camping in her front teeth fo...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tugging at her hair. Again. The natural texture she'd finally learned to embrace had decided to stage a rebellion overnight, exploding into a...
The cable for my gaming setup lay tangled on my bedroom floor, mocking me. Three weeks of summer, and I'd barely left the house except for obligatory family dinners. My mom's voice...