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Maya stared at the social pyramid that was Lincoln High's cafeteria, her stomach doing that familiar twisty thing. Freshman year felt like one long obstacle course, and she was cur...
The **water** hit me like a truth bomb — freezing, shocking, waking up every nerve ending I'd been trying to numb all summer. Jordan had pushed me, laughing that devastating laugh ...
I stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in my hands like a nervous confession. The varsity pitcher stared me down like I was something he'd scraped off his cleats. First day o...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching a borrowed racket like it might save her from drowning. The new kid, Ryan, had invited her to pl...
Maya's signature bucket hat perched on her curls like a crown. She'd worn it every day since seventh grade—security blanket, fashion statement, and middle finger to the popular kid...
Maya's iphone stared at her from the cafeteria table, its screen lighting up with notifications she couldn't bring herself to check. The group chat was probably exploding without h...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket for the fifth time in three minutes. The group chat was blowing up, but she couldn't look. Not with spinach absolutely definitely stuck in her br...
Maya's grandmother insisted she wear the vintage hat to the Fall Fling. It was gorgeous—deep velvet, wide-brimmed, the kind of piece that said main character energy—but Maya felt l...
The water shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips that had nothing to do with the upcoming swim. She stood at the edge of the pool...
Maya's hands shook as she unscrewed the jar of neon pink dye. This was it — the summer before sophomore year, when she'd finally become someone else. Someone bold. Someone whose **...
The orange snapback sat on my desk like a radioactive hazard. My mom had bought it — completely missing that it clashed with literally everything I owned. 'It's your favorite color...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, she looked like a traffic cone. "You look... bold," Liam said, which was basically code for "what did you do to yourself?" b...