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Maya's mom dropped the bomb two weeks into summer: they were getting a dog. A doodle mix, because apparently that's what suburban families did now. Maya didn't care about the dog....
My hair used to be my everything. Sixth consecutive year of perfect curls, the kind that bounced when I walked and made people ask what products I used. But freshman year at Eastwo...
Maya dragged herself into third period like a **zombie**, skull throbbing from staying up until 2 AM doom-scrolling through Kai's Instagram archive. Again. "You look dead," said J...
Maya's legs burned like she'd been running for hours, which she had. Eighth period gym class with Mr. "Sweatin' to the Oldies" Henderson was basically torture disguised as "exercis...
Maya clutched her iphone like a lifeline during third period, thumb hovering over Jake's Instagram profile again. They'd been dating for exactly two weeks, and she still couldn't b...
Kai's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, leaving dark patches on her thighs. "You good?" asked Jordan, her best friend...
The batting cage net sagged like my spirits. First day on the job, and I'd already managed to tangle the safety cables into a knot that would make a Boy Scout cry. "You good, new ...
The chlorine hit my nose before I even saw the water. Another Saturday at the community pool, another shift of watching people live their best lives while I stood guard in my stupi...
The pool water shimmered like crushed diamonds under the fluorescent lights, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips worse than any dive she'd ever attempted. Junior ye...
Maya's golden retriever Chance sat loyally by her locker as she stared at the text message. "Wanna hang with the elite group today? Meet in the gym at 3." Three weeks at Northwood...
Maya adjusted the beanie hat she'd stolen from her brother's closet, pulling it low over her eyebrows. It was her disguise—her transformation from invisible freshman to someone who...
The bathroom mirror showed me exactly what I'd dreaded: my hair looked like a traffic cone had exploded on my head. Bright, screaming orange. Mom was gonna kill me, but honestly? T...