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Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her dress—stupid move, now there were little damp patches right on her hips. "Chill, Maya," she whispered. "Y...
I started running because it was the only time my brain would shut up. Every morning at 5 AM, before the rest of the world woke up to demand things from me, I'd lace up my worn-out...
Maya's sophomore summer had been defined by three things: the chlorine-soaked afternoons at the Hendersons' pool, her rapidly dying social battery, and the way Jake's hair looked w...
The backyard at Jake's place smelled like chlorine and coconut sunscreen. Perfect for the last pool party of eighth grade. I sat on the edge, feet in the water, clutching my **ipho...
The humidity in Tita Rosa's backyard clung to Maya's skin like a second, sweatier layer. She adjusted her strapless dress for the fiftieth time, hyper-aware that everyone else had ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, her latest post already at 47 likes. Not enough. The feed was a constant stream of perfect lives—filtered sunsets, staged candids, everyone li...
Maya's heart hammered like she'd been running a marathon, but she'd only taken three steps. The mechanical bull at Jake's birthday party spun beneath her, its plastic hide already ...
Maya's curls were doing that thing again — the frizzy halo that made her want to crawl under her covers and never emerge. She stood outside the community pool, clutching her towel ...
Maya's curls had a personality of their own. Like, seriously rebellious. She'd spent twenty minutes wrestling with the flat iron this morning, but by third period gym class, her ha...
Maddie's phone buzzed in her pocket as she leaned against the gym wall, watching the Spring Fling devolve into a grinding sweaty mess. Her former best friend Cassidy was across the...
Maya had perfected the art of being invisible. Slip into class three minutes late, hood up, headphones in—classic ghost mode. But when Mr. Henderson announced that the Sphinx Club ...
My parents left for the weekend with exactly three rules: don't burn the house down, don't die, and watch the neighbors' pets. Easy, right? That's what I thought until Maya texted:...