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Mateo's life changed the summer his abuela left him in charge of feeding Buddha, her morbidly obese orange tabby cat. Between Buddha's demanding meows and Mateo's secret padel obse...
Maya's hands shook as she stared at her cracked iphone screen. The group chat was blowing up—Emma's birthday party invitation, the social event of the season. Everyone was typing t...
The snap-back **hat** sat pulled low over Maya's eyes, her curated disguise for Jordan's party. It was her brother's stash-find—vintage, slightly smelled like basement, but it gave...
Maya dragged her palms down her face, leaving streaks of cheap SPF 50. The sunscreen smell alone was giving her a headache. Pool parties were supposed to be fun—that's what Instagr...
Maya's orange hair dye was already fading by third period, leaving streaks of pinkish-coral that made her look like she'd lost a fight with a tropical fruit. This was fine. This wa...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The senior end-of-year party. The one everyone had been talking about since Septem...
Maya's brother promised it would look subtle. That was the first lie. The box said 'Sunset Orange' but her hair currently looked like a traffic cone had thrown up on her head. She...
Maya adjusted her wire-rimmed glasses, the ones she'd picked specifically to look more intellectual, less invisible. Across the cafeteria, the Fox Collective sat at their table — K...
My best friend Kai spilled an entire grape Gatorade on my gaming setup three minutes before my first stream. Honestly, typical Kai behavior. "Bro, I got this," he insisted, grabbi...
The goldfish — a carnival prize I'd named Chad after my sister's boyfriend — stared at me through the bowl with what I swore was judgment. His tiny mouth opened and closed, probabl...
Maya pressed her back against the PE lockers, heart hammering like she'd been caught red-handed instead of just lurking. Which she was. But lurking sounded better than spying, and ...
Maya's alarm blared at 6:30 AM, but she remained dead to the world until her third slap of the snooze button. Monday mornings hit different, especially after staying up until 2 AM ...