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My phone screen glowed in the darkness of my bedroom, the notification from Maya making my stomach do that nervous flutter thing it always did. "u coming 2 jason's party???" I'd b...
The summer I turned fifteen, I developed two problems: a crush on Liam Martinez and a serious case of sideline syndrome. Liam was everything I wasn't - varsity baseball star, effo...
Maya pressed her face against the cooled window, spying on the new neighbor's bedroom as the light flickered on. Three houses down, visible if she angled herself just right past th...
Maya's hair had declared war. Specifically, the front section was staging a rebellion, sticking up like a confused halo despite three different products and twenty minutes of aggre...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror for the twentieth time, her newly dyed copper-red hair falling in waves around her shoulders. Her mom had freaked when she saw the hair d...
Chloe's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes flat-ironing it, but the Michigan humidity had other plans. By the time she reached the community pool for ...
My vitamin gummies clattered in my backpack as I trudged toward the community center, my stomach doing backflips. First day of padel camp, and I'd never even held a racquet. "You ...
The neon blue energy drink can sat on the pool's edge, condensation dripping like my last shred of dignity. I'd been staring at Maya's back for twenty minutes while she dominated t...
The papaya sat on my plate like an alien spacecraft. All orange and speckled and judging me. "Try it, Maya!" Mrs. Chen beamed, probably thinking she was being the cool mom. "It's...
Maya stood at the edge of Jackson's party, nursing her Vitaminwater like it was some kind of shield. The bass thumped through the floorboards, and everywhere she looked, people wer...
Marcus stood at the plate, his knuckles white around the bat. The Bull—aka Coach Miller—was screaming from the dugout, face turning the color of a rotten orange. "Stop swinging at...
Maya's life had three layers: the version her parents saw (good student, responsible daughter), the version her friends saw (chiill, down for anything), and the version nobody saw ...