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Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, electric blue hair dye staining her gloves. Her mom was going to lose it, but after the incident at lunch yesterday—the one where nobody...
Maya hadn't meant to become a zombie, but somewhere between freshman finals and summer break, she'd started operating in a permanent haze. Her iPhone lived in her hand like an extr...
The orange sunset painted the padel court in colors that matched the bruise on my ego from earlier. I sat on the bench, nursing my loser's status while Jenna absolutely crushed her...
Maya's palms were sweating — again. She wiped them on her apron, feeling like a total loser as Tyler from AP Chem walked into Tropical Swirl. This was her third week working the re...
Maya's calves burned. She'd been running around the lake since freshman year, ever since her older brother Jason got his college scholarship for cross country. Three miles in, her ...
Maya smoothed her vintage baseball hat for the third time, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like walking through a minefield we...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Dustin's party was already in full swing when she arrived—fashionably late, or so she'd been practicing in the mirror for twenty minutes. The b...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM. Again. "You're literally gonna die," texted Jenna. "Ethan just posted. He's at the park. Now." Maya groaned, already reaching for her hoodie. This wa...
Maya's worst nightmare arrived in the form of a papaya. She'd somehow convinced herself that bringing exotic fruit to lunch would upgrade her social status from 'background charac...
The pool water shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Leo wasn't there for the aesthetics. He was there because his mom had signed him up for the summer job without...
The text message burned through my pocket like a lit match: *pool party @ Jake's. u coming?* I stared at my ceiling, remembering last summer's baseball incident. I'd worn that ove...
Mika's mom dropped him off at the **pyramid**-shaped community center where the popular kids hung out every Friday. The **padel** courts were their territory, and Mika had been pra...