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Maya had named him Captain Finners. It was a terrible name, objectively, but her pet goldfish had been there through every panic attack, every skipped party, every Friday night she...
The invitation slid across my lunch tray like a challenge. Jessica Ramirez—queen of Northwood High's social pyramid—was having a pool party. Everyone who was anyone would be there....
Maya's first mistake was dying her hair **orange** three days before freshman year. Her mom said she looked like a traffic cone. Her brother said she looked cool, which was worse b...
Maya's mom shoved the bottle toward her every morning like it was some kind of magic potion. "Take your vitamin, mija. You're growing." Maya would swallow it with orange juice, ro...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, picking a piece of **spinach** from between her front teeth. How long had it been there? The entire conversation with Tyler wh...
The first pool party of sophomore year. I'd been sweating it for weeks—literally sweating, because my pits had other plans whenever I thought about Jessica watching me not know how...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, fingers twisting through the frizzy halo of brown hair that refused to behave, even after three different products and twenty minutes with a str...
Maya's heart did this nervous little flutter thing every time she walked past the country club **pool**. Which was ridiculous, because she was sixteen and shouldn't still care abou...
Leo's summer was supposed to be chill—just gaming and hanging with the crew. But then his abuelo roped him into helping at the family farm, and suddenly he was facing situations hi...
The waves crashed against the shore as Marcus sat alone on the sand, baseball cap pulled low over his eyes. He'd been coming to this beach since he was little, but everything felt ...
The school's social pyramid stood taller than the actual gym building. At the top: the varsity athletes. At the bottom: everyone else. And somewhere in the middle—that precarious s...
Leo's abuela insisted he wear the ridiculous neon-orange caution sign when arranging papayas at the family's roadside fruit stand. "You want the cars to see you, mijo," she'd say, ...