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Maya's mom stood in the bathroom doorway, holding yet another bottle of orange gummy vitamins. "You've been forgetting these again," she said, giving Maya that look—the one that sa...
The sky turned that weird orange color again — like someone had spilled Fanta across the clouds. I stared at my iPhone, watching Maya's profile picture stay stubbornly offline. Thr...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the cross country trail stretching endlessly before her. This was it—sectionals, her chance to finally prove she wasn't just "the new girl" ...
Leo sat at the lunch table, gripping his dad's old trucker hat like it was a lifeline. The brim was curved perfectly, worn in by years of his father's hands, but Leo couldn't bring...
My hair was basically an accident. Mom was supposed to dye it 'caramel highlights' but somehow ended up with a disaster that looked like a traffic cone exploded on my head. Hence t...
Maya's orange swimsuit glowed against the chain-link fence as she stood at the edge of Johnson's pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The sophomore class summer rager. The ev...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be lit, but Maya stood by the edge clutching a plastic bag like it contained her entire personality. Inside, a goldfish—her prize fr...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her orange hoodie glowing against the gray concrete. The Friday afternoon crowd was thick—kids from her Spanish class, the popular junior...
Maya called it the social pyramid—freshmen at the bottom, seniors at the peak. Lately, I felt like I was free-falling through the cracks. Then there was Leo, aka "the fox." Slick ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her favorite bucket hat like a security blanket. The birthday bash of the year—Jessica's pool party—and somehow she'd actually been in...
Kai stood in front of the gym mirror, staring at his reflection like it might reveal the secret to becoming Zac Efron by next week. At fourteen, he was basically a string bean with...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing her frizzy curls for the hundredth time. The group chat was blowing up: "Central picnic tomorrow. Who's coming?" "Everyone. Be there ...