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Maya stared at her reflection and wanted to scream. Her mom's friend who was "totally qualified" to cut hair had butchered it. What was supposed to be subtle layers turned into a c...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. Her screen showed twelve notifications—mostly from the group chat where everyone was discussing Jake's par...
Maya's dog Barnaby thumped his tail against her leg, like he knew something was wrong before she did. In the hallway, Tyler stood with his new crew — varsity jacket guys who smelle...
Marco's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his swim trunks for the third time, watching from behind the snack bar as Chloe laughed at something Tyler said. Tyler, whose f...
The humidity in Miami hit like a wall, but Maya's clique lived at the pool anyway. She adjusted her bikini top for the tenth time, acutely aware that everyone was judging her. Whic...
Maya's green hair wasn't supposed to look like pool algae. That's what happened when you tried to dye it yourself with a box kit from CVS because your mom refused to pay for salon ...
Jordan adjusted their grip on the padel racket, palms sweating against the handle. First week at Northwood High and they'd already signed up for the one sport they'd never played—b...
The pyramid of granola bars sat untouched in my locker while freshmen filtered into the cafeteria. My dad kept texting about baseball tryouts — "Just like your brother," "Don't dis...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the perfect shade of sunset pink — that's what the box promised. Instead, it came out looking like a grape soda explosion, and she had exactly three ...
Maya's orange hoodie was basically a security blanket at this point. She'd been hiding in it since seventh grade, and she was sixteen now. Tonight though? Tonight she'd actually ag...
Maya's sneakers slapped the pavement as she rounded the corner, her lungs burning in that good way. Running track had become her escape — from the expectations, the forever-watchin...
I started running the day my dad packed his bags. At first, it was just around the block. Then around the neighborhood. Then before I knew it, I was doing 5Ks before school. Runni...