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Maya's fedora hat — a thrift store find she'd turned into her armor — sat low over her eyes as she watched Kai laugh at something Tyler said. This was Maya's daily routine: cafeter...
I'm the world's worst spy. At least, that's what I tell myself while crouching behind the bleachers, watching Jake Chavez practice his swing. My heart hammers like I've been caught...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in her newly **orange** hair. It was supposed to be caramel highlights. Her stylist said 'oops' and charged her anyway. Now she looke...
The morning sun hits my face like a judgment I'm not ready for. I'm staring at the orange pill bottle—my mom's latest attempt to fix whatever she thinks is broken about me. "Take y...
The abandoned Sunridge Mall loomed like a concrete **pyramid** against the orange sunset, its cracked windows staring down at us like judgmental eyes. I'd been trying to work up th...
Jordan stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, watching the droplets of water slide down his arms like the last traces of his confidence. The country club's summ...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like buffering on bad Wi-Fi — stuck at 47%, never quite loading. Her mom had insisted the move would be "an adventure," but adventures were...
I was literally running on fumes. Track practice had been dragging forever, and I could feel myself fading while everyone else was still going strong. Maya passed me for like the ...
My palms were sweating so hard I could practically fill a swimming pool. Which was ironic, considering we were already standing next to one. "You gonna serve or what, Maya?" Jake ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in the disastrous purple hair that was supposed to be "subtle highlights" but ended up looking like a grape exploded on her head. Sen...
Maya's thumbs moved like lightning across her iPhone screen, double-tapping pics and firing off texts to anyone who might be at the same pre-college orientation mixer. The campus a...
Maya's backpack weighed twenty pounds, but the invisible weight of being invisible at Northwood High felt heavier. She moved through hallways like a ghost, blending into lockers, m...