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Maya smoothed her dad's oversized bucket hat, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror one last time. The hat was cringe, sure, but it was her armor against the social pyrami...
Maya's **orange** hair-dye disaster happened the same week her crush Jake invited everyone to his **pool** party. Of course. The universe had terrible timing. "It's not even the g...
The Friday night lights blazed brighter than my future, and I was seriously regretting letting Maya talk me into coming to the homecoming game. I stood by the concession stand like...
Maya's baseball cap sat low over her eyes, a shield against the world. Or more specifically, against lacrosse practice—again. She'd quit three weeks ago when her wrist started both...
Maya's summer was supposed to be about transformation. That's what she wrote in her journal, anyway. Two weeks before freshman year, she was determined to reinvent herself—stronger...
Maya was running late—again. Her phone buzzed in her pocket, blowing up with texts from the friend group chat. "where r u???" "party starts in 10" "u promised" She gripped her iph...
Maya's phone screen froze mid-text, the loading wheel spinning like a taunt. Not again. The family's ancient cable internet had been ghosting her all week, always at the worst poss...
The fox showed up at the worst possible time—right when I was practicing my apologizing-in-the-mirror face for the incident at lunch. I'd accidentally spilled my vitamin water on ...
Maya's hair had been every color except its own. Copper, auburn, mahogany—anything but the neon orange that betrayed her genetics every three weeks at the roots. Four hundred dolla...
Maya gripped her plastic cup so hard the cheap material started to warp. Her first real house party. The air inside felt thick, smelling like coconut sunscreen and teenage desperat...
The spinach smoothie sat on the counter like radioactive sludge, swirling with chunks of something that might've been kale in a past life. "Drink up, champ," my mom said, already ...
Maya clutched her red solo cup in Jake's basement doorway, the spinach artichoke dip staging a coup against her nervous stomach. First real high school party: check. Social anxiety...