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I pulled the brim of my dad's old baseball hat down low, trying to disappear. Which, obviously, wasn't working because I was standing on a padel court in front of half the sophomor...
Maya's sneakers squeaked against the padel court, echoing her internal scream. Why had she agreed to this? Oh right — because Jake, the cute junior who somehow made high-framed gla...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, the fox-red hair dye staining her palms like a secret she wasn't ready to tell. Her mom would freak, obviously, but that was kinda th...
The cafeteria was a minefield, and I was walking through it with a papaya. Not metaphorically—literally holding this weird tropical fruit my mom packed instead of normal lunch food...
The sun beat down on Miller's backyard pool party like it was trying to prove a point. Maya adjusted her oversized sunglasses, feeling like the world's most awkward inflatable pool...
Maya's first week as a freshman felt like she'd been cast as an extra in someone else's movie. The school's social pyramid loomed over everything — seniors at the apex, then junior...
The vitamin gummies sat on the kitchen counter in their cheerful orange bottle, a daily reminder that Mom thought sixteen was too young for existential dread and too old for cartoo...
The cabin smelled like pine needles and eleven different brands of deodorant. Maya clutched her pillow, trying to disappear into it. "You coming to the lake?" Chloe asked, already...
My hair refused to cooperate. Again. Staring at the mirror, I attempted to tame the chaos that had erupted overnight — part explosion, part artistic statement, entirely not what I...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping onto her phone screen as she refreshed Instagram for the hundredth time. The notification she'd been waiting for finally popped u...
The pool party was supposed to be Maya's chance to finally talk to Jake—the guy she'd been lowkey stalking on Instagram since September. She'd spent forty minutes perfecting her ey...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood outside Tyler's house, the bass from inside vibrating through the soles of her knock-off Converse. She'd spent three hours transforming he...