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The lightning crackled across Maya's phone screen as she FaceTimed her best friend, Chloe. 'Bro, are you seriously about to do this?' Chloe's voice came through tinny and concerned...
Maya smoothed her oversized t-shirt for the hundredth time, standing at the edge of Jenna's pool party like she'd wandered into the wrong dimension. Water shimmered turquoise in th...
Maya clutched her iphone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over the record button. The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be her coming-out moment – literally and figurative...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, running hands through her newly dyed copper-red hair. Three hours and three boxes of later, and she officially looked like a foxy lib...
The padel court felt like a stage, and Maya was definitely not ready for her solo. Sweat trickled down her back as she gripped her racquet, her hands shaking just enough that her b...
Maya's mom stood in the bathroom doorway, holding a bottle of neon-orange gummy vitamins like they were contraband. "You forgot these again. Your hair's been falling out, and your ...
Maya's life was basically a lie, and honestly? She was getting kind of good at it. Every Monday and Wednesday, she'd put on her Marlins jersey and grab her glove, pretending she w...
The social pyramid at Lakeside Country Club was visible from the diving board—the popular kids at the top, staff like me at the bottom, and everyone else floating somewhere in the ...
The humidity hit me like a wall when I stepped onto Maya's back deck. Pool party. Of course. Because nothing says 'I'm secretly panicking about eighth grade ending' like forced soc...
I caught Marcus's eye across the padel court, my stomach doing that nervous flutter thing. Sweat dripped down my back as I gripped my racquet, pretending I totally knew what I was ...
Jamie's palms were already sweating, and he hadn't even stepped up to the plate yet. Baseball tryouts. Freshman year. The absolute worst time to discover your athletic limitations ...
The humidity had already declared war on my curls by the time we got to Jake's party. My hair was doing that thing where it poofed out like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket...