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Maya's shifts at GreenBlend always started the same way: steam cleaning the blender, restocking cups, and mentally preparing for the 3:30 PM invasion. That's when the cross-country...
The cowboy hat wasn't mine. It was my dad's, from his country phase in the nineties, but it was the only thing big enough to hide what I'd done to my hair after Tyler texted "it's ...
Marcus's life flashed before his eyes at warp speed, and somehow it all came down to the spinach. "Don't make a scene," Chloe whispered through gritted teeth, but the situation wa...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She adjusted her beanie, pulling it lower over her forehead, and stared at her phone. The group chat was blowing up—someone was leaking secrets ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The humidity had already turned her carefully straightened hair into a frizzy halo around her head. Three hou...
Maya's summer uniform included the most hideous hat in existence - a neon green visor that screamed "I make minimum wage." She adjusted it for the fiftieth time, sighing as she sta...
The humidity had already destroyed whatever chance my hair had of looking decent. I'd cut it myself three days before camp, convinced that YouTube tutorials made it look easy. Now ...
Leo's palms were sweating. Again. It was humiliating — how was he supposed to catch the ball when his hands felt like they'd been dipped in grease? "You good, man?" Marcus called ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was gross, but also kind of impressive, considering she'd spent three hours getting ready for...
Maya's mom thrust the papaya at her like it was a peace offering. "Try it, mija. It's good luck for the first day." Maya stared at the orange-fleshed fruit like it was radioactive...
Maya smoothed her vintage bandana for the third time, checking her reflection in the kitchen window. The graduation party was in full swing—her cousin's friends from the baseball t...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her red Solo cup. The pool party at Jake's house was supposed to be lit, but so far it was mostly just humid—like, emotiona...