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Maya's palms were sweating through her padel grip. Again. Across the net, Jake was laughing at something Tyler said, completely unaware that Maya had spent the last three weeks cyb...
The cable was always breaking at the Riverview Community Pool, and somehow it became my problem. "Maya, again," Mrs. Chen groaned, pointing at the static-filled television in the ...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the catastrophic frizz that announced I DON'T CARE WHAT ANYONE THINKS while screaming I ACTUALLY CARE TOO MUCH. She smoothed it with sweaty...
Maya's frizzy hair had a mind of its own, especially on humid days like today. She tugged her beanie down, hoping nobody noticed the Afro puff trying to escape underneath. "You're...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely hold my phone. Classic me, standing in the corner of Jake's basement party while everyone else looked like they'd been born knowing how...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High was basically an architectural disaster, and I was living in the basement. My best friend Maya had been spending all summer running cross country...
Riley smoothed down her bright orange tank top for the third time, the color practically screaming against her usual palette of safe neutrals. Tonight was different. Tonight, she w...
Maya's stomach did somersaults as she stared at her reflection in the hallway mirror. Her mom had insisted on buying her this new bikini for Jake Anderson's end-of-summer bash, and...
My first job at Whole Foods was supposed to be chill — just me, my apron, and enough vitamin supplements to last a lifetime. But that was before Mrs. Henderson and her emotional su...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her dad's old fedora like it was a life raft. The hat smelled like his cologne and cigarettes, a ghost of the person he used...
Maya's palms were sweating against the plastic cup, and she knew it wasn't just the July heat or the way the **water** in her solo cup had gone warm. It was Jackson – aka **Fox** (...
Sixteen-year-old Maya shuffled into third period like a zombie, her dark circles practically begging for sympathy points. Three nights of crashing on her AP History presentation wo...