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Maya pulled her dad's old fishing **hat** down over her ears, the brim shielding her from judgment—or at least from having to make eye contact with the seniors crowding the hallway...
Maya's mom had gone full helicopter on her hair before the party, straightening it until it hung like silk curtains around her face. 'You look sophisticated,' she'd said, but Maya ...
My hair was supposed to be sunset orange. That was the plan. But the box said 'tangerine dream' and the mirror said 'traffic cone nightmare.' "You look... bold," Maya said, barel...
The text from Jordan buzzed my phone at 2:47 PM: *pool party u coming??* I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. Freshman year had been three months of existing mostl...
Kayla's phone buzzed for the third time. Fox Hollow Reservoir. Midnight. Everyone's going. She hovered over the reply, thumbs trembling. This was it—the first party of sophomore y...
The ethernet cable snaked through the sand like a skinny black snake, connecting the beach house wifi to my laptop kingdom. I was supposed to be finishing summer school AP Bio, but...
The papaya sat on the lunch table like a neon grenade, bright orange and utterly out of place among the sad cafeteria tater tots. Maya's stomach did that thing it always did when s...
Maya's parents had dragged her to this fancy resort in Miami, and she was prepared to spend the entire break hiding in her room, scrolling through TikTok, and avoiding human intera...
I hated padel. Like, actually hated it. But when your crush literally texts "you should come" and adds that pull-quote emoji that makes your stomach flip, you don't exactly say no....
Maya felt like a total zombie at her mom's academic showcase. Like, actually dead inside. Her mom had been dragging her to these college prep events since seventh grade, and tonigh...
The summer before sophomore year, I somehow got stuck as the assistant coach for my little brother's baseball team. The seven-year-olds ran around like chaotic atoms, bouncing off ...
Maya's first date with Caleb was supposed to be perfect. She'd spent two hours curling her hair and three rounds of outfit changes before settling on the vintage band tee that said...