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Maya's cross-country career consisted entirely of running away from things—mostly her problems, occasionally a particularly aggressive goose. Today she was running from the cafeter...
Maya's brother called her snapback the "invisible force field" - and honestly, he wasn't wrong. Fifteen years old, and she hadn't been seen without a hat in public since seventh gr...
The pool party invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare. Maya's house. Saturday. 7 PM. I'd been crushing on Fox—that nickname everyone gave Maya's older brother with the rust-...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with unanswered texts—her squad blowing up the group chat without her. She should've bee...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, running her fingers through what used to be be shoulder-length waves. Now it was chopped. uneven. a disaster. Her mom had talked her int...
I felt like a literal **zombie** walking into Tyler's pool party. Three hours of sleep + AP Bio exam + social anxiety = me, barely functioning. My snapback pulled low over my eye...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, feeling ridiculous. It was just a backyard party. Not even a rager, just Jordan's chill th...
The papaya sat on my desk like a neon grenade. My abuela had packed it, claiming it would give me "radiant energy" for my first day as a freshman. All it gave me was confused looks...
The humid air hung thick between us, palm fronds swaying above the balcony where Maya and I sat, knees barely touching. My palms were sweating—again. Classic. "No, for real, your ...
Maya stared at the scratched-up baseball, her fingers tracing the stitches like they were Braille secrets she couldn't read. Tryouts were tomorrow, and her best friend since kinder...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iPhone screen as rain drummed against the attic window. Her friends' Instagram stories from Jake's party kept popping up—everyone was there except her...
The arcade smelled like stale popcorn and desperation. I wiped my sweaty palms on my jeans for the third time, heart racing like I'd just chugged three Monster Energies. "You good...