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My hair looked orange. Again. The box said "caramel highlights," but apparently the universe had other plans. I stared at my reflection, wondering if this was some kind of sign tha...
Maya's heart raced faster than TikTok trends as she stared at her reflection. Her iPhone lay face-up on the bathroom counter, camera ready, but the real star was supposed to be her...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, the track blurring beneath her sneakers. Third lap. Coach was yelling something about endurance, but Maya's mind was elsewhere—specifically,...
Maya's Friday nights were supposed to be epic, not stuck working the salad bar at FoodMax while her friends posted Snapchat stories from parties she wasn't invited to. But here she...
The fox-ear hat was supposed to be ironic. That's what Maya had said when she handed it to me across the lunch table, her eyes wide with that terrifying excitement that meant we we...
Maya's iPhone died at 3:47 PM on the literal worst day of sophomore orientation. The battery icon had been screaming at her since lunch, but she'd been too deep in Emma's story dum...
I was literally five seconds away from having a full-on meltdown in the middle school gym during Spirit Week. The admin had volun-told me to wear the bull mascot costume, and let m...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time as she stood outside Tyler's house, the bass from the party thumping through t...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she was practically leaving wet handprints on everything she touched. Which was exactly why she was currently clutching a red Solo cup like her l...
Maya dragged herself into the kitchen feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of AP Bio homework would do that to a person. Her hair was doing that thing where it looked cut...
Maya's mom had signed her up for padel lessons because apparently "fresh air and social interaction" were the only things standing between Maya and total teen failure. Which was ri...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically fill a water bottle. First real party. First time talking to HER—Maya, who sat three rows ahead in homeroom and had this hair that...