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Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, running gel through her newly chopped hair. The pixie cut felt daring, maybe too daring for tonight. She'd impulsively chopped it all of...
The kitchen counter felt like the safest place in the universe. Which was pathetic, considering I was at my first high school party and the only thing keeping me company was a bowl...
My beanie sat mashed into my skull like a second skin, basically fused at this point. Mom kept calling it my 'security blanket' but whatever. At sixteen, your hat choices are basic...
Maya's thumb hovered over the 'Join' button, her iPhone screen glowing in her dark bedroom. The Instagram post showed girls who looked like they had it all — clear skin, perfect ha...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket—another group chat blowing up about Leo's party tonight. She pretended not to notice, stretching her hamstrings at the edge of the padel court. ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her armor. The perfect cascade of dark curls, the kind that bounced when she walked and framed her face just so. That was before she agreed to go to ...
The papaya sangria was supposed to make me look sophisticated. That was the plan, at least. Standing there while Maya's older sister mixed fruit juice and sparkling water, pretendi...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stood outside Jake's house, the bass from inside vibrating against her chest. This was it — the first real party of freshman year, and she'd spent...
The papaya smoothie was supposed to be my peace offering. Instead, it ended up all over Jake Miller's white vans. "My bad," I said, already wanting to teleport into another dimens...
Maya's summer job at Juice Universe wasn't exactly the influencer lifestyle she'd envisioned for herself. Every day involved blending the same neon concoctions while watching every...
The heat hit me like a physical thing the moment I stepped onto the padel court. Texas in July wasn't messing around. "You ready to get destroyed, Torres?" Maya called from the ot...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, she'd gotten clown orange. "It's... bold," her best friend Priya said, wincing. "Bold" was code for "you look like a t...