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Maya's life wasn't supposed to turn into a spinach-infested nightmare, but here she was, shoving another forkful of the green stuff into her mouth while Julian watched. "You're li...
My palms were sweating. Literally sweating. I wiped them on my shorts, but it didn't help because my shorts were already damp from the Florida heat. "Chill, Maya," Lila said, lean...
The carnival lights flickered against the summer sky like glitchy neon dreams. Maya clutched her ticket so hard her palm went sweaty, trying to look casual beside Leo at the ring t...
My hair has always been its own entity—a chaotic, curly rebellion that I'd spent years trying to tame with expensive products and prayer. But the night of Maya's sweet sixteen, som...
Maya dragged herself into third period like a **zombie**, the Monday morning energy drinks having completely worn off by 10 AM. Three hours of sleep tended to do that to a person, ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her nightstand, another notification breaking the fourth time that night. She groaned, eyes glazing over the screen. Three a.m. and she was still dooms...
Maya's mustard **hat** sat low on her forehead, her shield against the world. At fifteen, she'd already mastered the art of disappearing inside her own accessory collection. "You ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I hovered by the school pool, drowning in the humidity. My phone buzzed — Max, demanding intel. "Status report, Goldfish One," they'd texted, using t...
Marcus stood in the cafeteria line, clutching his Tupperware like a lifeline. Inside sat a pathetic wilted spinach salad—his mom's idea of "fuel for the big day." Today was basebal...
Maya's older brother Jay had talked her into joining his "pyramid scheme" — which turned out to be an actual Egyptian history club that met in the library every Thursday. Whatever....
The chlorine stung my eyes as I floated in the **pool**, watching Jessica and her perfect friends dominate the shallow end like they owned the water. Another Friday night, another ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange towel like a security blanket. The June heat radiated off the concrete, but her hands were ice cold. Inside her backpack, t...