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Maya's first week at Pharaoh's Putt-Putt Adventure was not going according to plan. The giant pyramid obstacle on hole 7 kept malfunctioning, spraying water whenever anyone tried t...
Maya pulled the orange beanie down to her eyebrows, hoping it would somehow make her invisible in the crowded cafeteria. It was the first day of sophomore year, and she'd spent all...
Maya's thumb hovered over the Instagram profile like it was defusing a bomb. Her iPhone screen glowed in the darkness of her room, illuminating the scattered vitamin bottles on her...
Maya's hair was absolutely not cooperating. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but between the beach humidity and her own nervous energy, it had morphed into ...
Maya pressed her back against the rough bark of the palm tree, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Lucas was around. She wasn't technically spying — okay, may...
Maya's phone had been dead for three hours. The cable frayed somewhere between her bedroom and the coffee shop, and now she was stranded at the Junior League padel tournament witho...
Jordan's summer was supposed to be about vibing with friends and maybe finally texting Kai from chemistry class. Instead, she was stuck at her grandma's house in the middle of nowh...
The baseball field used to feel like home—dirt cleats, the crack of the bat, Jake's voice yelling "heads up!" from the outfield. We'd been playing together since tee-ball, me and m...
The invitation sat on my desk like a dare. Tyler's pool party. The Tyler. The one whose smile could make my stomach do actual backflips. Problem one: I couldn't swim. Like, at all...
The party thumped through Maya's palm as she gripped her phone, knuckles white. Three hours of overthinking every possible outcome, and she was still standing at the edge of Liam's...
Maya's hair fell past her shoulders for the last time at 7:43 PM on a Saturday. The bathroom scissors glinted under fluorescent lights as she hacked away twelve inches of genetic e...
Maya's orange hoodie was basically her identity at this point. The color wasn't just orange—it was ORANGE, the kind of blinding neon that made her mom say, "Really, Maya? Again?" e...