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Maya's ponytail was perfect. That's what she told herself, anyway, as she fiddled with the elastic for the third time. Her teammates called her "Rapunzel" behind her back—she knew ...
The chlorine hit me first—that sharp, chemical smell that screamed July in the suburbs. I stood by the chain-link fence, gripping my towel like a lifeline, watching the cool kids s...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect her beach waves—because apparently that's what Tyler liked—but now they looked more like beach di...
Mateo's arms burned as he swung at the padel ball, missing completely. The neon yellow sphere smacked into the glass wall behind him while Chloe, Taylor, and the rest of the "in cr...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping her racket like it was the only thing holding her together. Transfer student at Westwood Academy, second week, and already every...
Maya's phone buzzed. Again. Another DM from someone asking if she was the girl from that viral clip. "They're totally spying on you," said Jules, flopping onto Maya's bed. "Someon...
The smoothie was supposed to be my superpower. Mom swore it would make me faster, stronger, totally varsity material. Instead, it sat in my backpack like a radioactive grenade, lea...
Leo's buddies called him Fox because of his sly base-stealing and that rusty orange hair he refused to dye. But today, caked in dust and sweat, he felt more like a cornered animal ...
The sun blazed over the community pool, turning the water into liquid glitter. Maya stood at the edge, her fedora hat plastered to her head with sweat. Classic summer vibe, but her...
Maya's hair had declared mutiny. Somewhere between the humidity and her nervous sweating, her perfect curls had morphed into something resembling a small electrocuted animal. She t...
My hair looked like a hedgehog had exploded on my head. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the flatiron this morning, but humidity had other plans. "You look fine, Maya," said Soph...
The orange backpack weighed heavy against Ethan's spine as he shimmied up the maintenance ladder. Fourteen and terrified, but this was happening. "You sure about this?" Maya whisp...