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Maya stood in front of her bedroom mirror, smoothing down the vintage fedora with the embroidered fox on the band. Her mom had found it at a thrift store—"retro chic," she'd called...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I hovered at the edge of the diving board, palms sweating like I'd just eaten a whole ghost pepper. Below me, the pool rippled with nervous energy—or ...
My mom literally shoved the bottle of orange gummy vitamins into my hand like I was five. "You need your nutrients, Maya. You've been too stressed." I rolled my eyes so hard I tho...
Maya stood in the kitchen, staring at the suspiciously green concoction her mom had blended. It smelled like lawn clippings and tropical despair. "Drink up, mija. It's got papaya,...
Maya's crush on Jake had reached pyramid-level proportions—like, ancient Egyptian monument massive. Every time he walked past her locker, her heart did this weird flippy thing that...
My hair looked like a golden retriever caught in a rainstorm. I stared into the bathroom mirror, panic rising in my throat. Tonight was the night—Sofia's annual summer party, where...
The bucket hat was Maya's last line of defense against the worst haircut of her life. She'd trusted her cousin Bri with the scissors, and now her hair was a disaster of uneven laye...
I stood on the pitcher's mound feeling like a total zombie. Third night in a row scrolling until 3 AM, and now the baseball was practically glowing in the harsh afternoon sun. My a...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The party was in full swing—someone had cranked the stereo until the bass vibrated through the concr...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a pool. Which was ridiculous, because she was already AT a pool—and not just any pool, but Tyler Anderson's legendary e...
Maya pressed her face against the glass, watching Fin swim in lazy circles. Her goldfish was living his best life—no social anxiety, no fear of missing out, just water and flakes a...
Maya stared at the monstrosity on her head. The brown fuzzy **bear** ears drooped sadly, the plastic snout already scratched from a summer of ice cream scoop mishaps. Her first job...