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Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in her frizzy hair. It was junior prom night, and somehow her hair had developed a mind of its own—bursting everywhere like she'd stu...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Jordan: 'PYRAMID PARTY TONIGHT. 10 PM. Jackson's house. BE THERE.' The pyramid parties were legendary—a literal pyramid of Solo cups fil...
Maya had been invisible for fifteen years. She was the girl in the back row, the one whose name teachers always forgot, the one who existed in the margins of everyone else's spotli...
I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my phone like a lifeline. The **water** glimmered under the string lights, everyone laughing and splashing like they'd been born knowing ...
Maya hated three things: her stepdad's baseball obsession, the community pool she was forced to lifeguard at all summer, and riddles. So of course, that July brought all three. "...
Summer of sophomore year, and I was hiding behind a lounge chair like my entire social life depended on it. The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be the event of the se...
Maya's cousin Tío Carlos had sworn the pyramid scheme was legit. 'It's not a scheme, mija. It's *opportunity*.' Now the papaya orchard investment was bust, and Maya was stuck helpi...
Maya's reflection showed zero trace of the seventeen-year-old who'd boldly signed up for swim team tryouts yesterday. Just a girl with spinach stuck between her front teeth and zer...
Maya gripped her padel racket so hard her knuckles turned white. The country club courts shimmered in the July heat, a mirror reflecting everything she wasn't: confident, athletic,...
The high dive at the Miller's pool loomed like a judgment platform three meters above the water. Below, everyone from sophomore year looked like ants in brightly colored swimsuits....
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she stared at her reflection in the dusty bathroom mirror. The stylist had butchered her hair—what was supposed to be subtle layers turned int...
Jordan's dm popped up on Tuesday: "hey, can you watch my pets this weekend? family emergency." My thumb hovered over the screen. Jordan, with their perfect hair and that smile that...