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Maya dragged her zombie-like body through the county fair, exhausted from three days of finals prep. The neon lights blurred together as her friends ditched her for the tilt-a-whir...
The ethernet cable lay tangled across my floor like a dead snake, another reminder that my life was a mess. My room was supposed to be my sanctuary, but even here, the anxiety foll...
Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed exactly what she'd been trying to hide all night: a massive piece of spinach wedged between her front teeth. Because obviously. Beca...
The padel court smelled like rubber and summer sweat, exactly how Thursday afternoons should smell. Maya and I had been playing for hours, my hair sticking to my forehead in that g...
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...