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Working at Pet Paradise wasn't exactly how sixteen-year-old Maya planned to spend her summer, but her aunt Tasha needed help, and Maya needed gas money. The store smelled like ceda...
Maya felt like a total spy, lurking three rows deep in the cafeteria, watching THE table. Where Lucas sat. Where Jenna sat. Where the pyramid of popularity had been carefully const...
Maya had been running on caffeine and panic for three days straight. finals week would turn anyone into a certified zombie, shuffling through hallways with dark circles that could ...
My mom's vintage fedora sat on my head like a desperate plea for attention. At the house party, the social pyramid loomed obvious as heck—jocks at the peak, theater kids forming th...
Maya's backpack hit the locker with a dull thud, same as every other Tuesday. But today wasn't same as every other Tuesday. Today was the day she finally confronted Alex about what...
The fedora was my dad's idea. 'Classy,' he'd called it when he handed it to me, his eyes bright with the kind of enthusiasm only dads can muster for terrible fashion choices. I sho...
The carnival goldfish died three days after freshman year started, which honestly felt like a metaphor for my entire existence. I'd won it throwing baseballs at milk bottles, tryin...
My hair was the first thing to go. I'd spent all of eighth grade hiding behind a curtain of frizz, letting it fall across my face like a security blanket. But freshman year was th...
Maya's baby hairs were fighting for their life. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the edge control, but the humidity clearly had other plans. The tiny frizzy coils around her hai...
My body moved on autopilot, sneakers slapping against empty suburban streets at 3:14 AM. Most nights, this was the only time I felt real anymore—running until my lungs burned, tryi...
My mom dumped the spinach on my plate like it was a punishment. "It's good for you," she said, echoing the same lie parents had told teenagers since the dawn of time. I pushed it a...
I'd become a professional spy by accident. Not the cool kind with gadgets and European sports cars, but the suburban variety: the girl who could navigate the cafeteria social hiera...