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Maya's newly dyed orange hair felt like a lightning strike across her forehead — bold, electric, impossible to ignore. She'd spent three hours perfecting the color, fueled by eight...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, poking at the fresh mountain on her chin. Another Vitamin D deficiency breakout, or just the universe reminding her that fresh...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping down my wrists onto my favorite thrifted cargo shorts. Not a great look when you're trying to look chill in front of Jake from AP Hi...
The community pool shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach did backflips. She stood at the chain-link fence, clutching her grandfather's fedora like a...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, electric blue hair dye staining her gloves. Her mom was going to lose it, but after the incident at lunch yesterday—the one where nobody...
Maya hadn't meant to become a zombie, but somewhere between freshman finals and summer break, she'd started operating in a permanent haze. Her iPhone lived in her hand like an extr...
The orange sunset painted the padel court in colors that matched the bruise on my ego from earlier. I sat on the bench, nursing my loser's status while Jenna absolutely crushed her...
Maya's palms were sweating — again. She wiped them on her apron, feeling like a total loser as Tyler from AP Chem walked into Tropical Swirl. This was her third week working the re...
Maya's calves burned. She'd been running around the lake since freshman year, ever since her older brother Jason got his college scholarship for cross country. Three miles in, her ...
Maya smoothed her vintage baseball hat for the third time, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield we...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Dustin's party was already in full swing when she arrived—fashionably late, or so she'd been practicing in the mirror for twenty minutes. The b...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM. Again. "You're literally gonna die," texted Jenna. "Ethan just posted. He's at the park. Now." Maya groaned, already reaching for her hoodie. This wa...