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Maya's hair had always been her thing—wild, curly, impossible to tame, basically its own personality. But today, as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, she considered straig...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her towel like a safety net. The August heat wave had turned the town into a sauna, and apparently everyone was at Jackson's...
Maya's iPhone clutched in her sweating palm, vibrating with another incoming text from him. *U up?* *Can we talk?* *I'm sorry.* She was running. Not the athletic kind her mom kept...
Maya's palms were sweating through her favorite cropped cardigan. Great. First real house party since transferring to Northwood High, and she was already giving herself anxiety hiv...
Maya stood in the corner of Jordan's basement, clutching her dad's trucker **hat** like a safety blanket. The weekend party was in full swing—someone had built a literal **pyramid*...
The papaya was supposed to be my secret shame. I'd shoved it to the bottom of my beach bag, hidden under a towel like contraband. Mom had packed it, of course—always the fresh fru...
Maya dragged me toward the fortune teller's tent at the state fair, her excitement levels maxed out while my social battery was already at 1%. "Come on, Jordan! It'll be fun!" She...
My hair was a disaster. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to curl it perfectly for Tyler's pool party, but the humidity had already turned my carefully styled waves into somethin...
I felt like a **zombie** walking into Tyler's pool party—three hours of sleep, anxiety cranked to eleven, my phone blowing up with texts about how everyone was going to be there. S...
Maya's **palm** was sweaty against Jayden's as he traced the lines with exaggerated seriousness. "This life line? Short. You're doomed," he pronounced, trying to suppress a grin. ...
Marcus stood at the edge of Jensen's pool, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The entire sophomore class was there—actually floating, actually having fun, while Marcu...
Maya's palm was sweating against her iPhone case as she stood outside Tyler's house. The bass from the party inside vibrated through the soles of her sneakers. She'd been running s...