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Maya stood at the edge of the Johnsons' pool, clutching her phone like it was a life raft. The monthly pool party was basically social warfare, and she was severely underprepared. ...
Maya's palms were sweating before she even stepped through the screen door. Her first day working at her tío's food truck, and she'd already forgotten half the Spanish words for th...
Maya's backward hat had been her security blanket since seventh grade — a worn navy cap with a frayed brim that said "fake it 'til you make it" without actually saying anything. Bu...
I was literally running late—again. My phone was blowing up with texts from Chloe asking where I was, and I could hear the baseball game already starting from my driveway. The one ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I floated in the shallow end, watching Jordan and the popular crew laugh by the diving board. They were like a different species — confident, glowing,...
My palms were literally sweating through my batting gloves. Again. "You good, Marcus?" Tyler called from the mound, flicking his chin like the wannabe TikTok boy he was. I nodded...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat heavy in his hands like it always was when the varsity coach watched. Spring tryouts, and the pressure felt worse than that time he'd thrown...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the glow illuminating her face in the dark bedroom. Three messages sent. Zero replies. Again. "Literally dying here," she muttered, t...
The party at Maya's house was supposed to be my moment. Finally, after months of watching from the sidelines, I was invited. Not as "Chloe's weird friend," but as me. Jordan would ...
Maya had been planning this moment for exactly three weeks. Today would be the day she finally talked to Xavier—the cute junior with the perfect fade and smile that could literally...
My hair was doing that thing again—the thing where it stuck up in three different directions like I'd just rolled out of bed and through a car wash on the way to school. Mom said i...
Maya's frizzy **hair** defied every product she'd attacked it with that morning. She stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline, watching everyone els...