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Maya stood in front of the mirror, iPhone clutched in her hand like a lifeline. Summer break had finally arrived, and she'd decided it was time for a reinvention. No more quiet May...
Maya stood at the baseline of the padel court, clutching her racquet like it might suddenly burst into flames. The neon green ball whizzed past her ear — again. "You're thinking a...
The half-orange hair color was supposed to be bold. Instead, I looked like a traffic cone that had seen better days. My mom practically chased me around the kitchen with a roll of ...
Maya's phone buzzed with third text in five minutes. "Pool party at Jake's. Everyone's going. You coming?" She caught her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The orange hair dye sh...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be my social resurrection. Instead, I stood by the snack table clutching a Vitaminwater like it was my last anchor to sanity. "He...
I was a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind with dramatic makeup and tragic backstory. The kind that's been awake for 72 hours writing AP Euro essays, surviving on energy drinks and...
Leo's hands wouldn't stop sweating. He wiped them on his shorts for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the fabric. "You good, bro?" Maya asked, bouncing on her toes. She held...
Maya's hair frizzed in the bathroom mirror, defying the expensive hair gel her mom had bought. She groaned, running her palms through her curls again. First day at the new school, ...
Maya's palms were sweating—not the cute, glistening kind, but the embarrassing, handshake-ruining kind. She wiped them on her dress for the third time, probably leaving visible str...
The cafeteria hummed with lunchtime chaos, but I couldn't focus on my food. Not with Jordan sitting three tables away, looking perfect as always. "You're staring again," Maya whis...
The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I stood by the school pool, clutching my swim cap like it was a lifeline. Swim class. Again. The one period where I felt like a catfish ou...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actual embarrassing amounts—as she hovered near the snack table at Jessica's party. She clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, doomscrolling through ...