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Maya stared at her reflection, running fingers through frizzy curls that refused to cooperate. Prom was three days away, and her hair was having none of it. "You need these," Chlo...
The cable snapped with a sound like a whip crack, and Maya's Minecraft avatar froze mid-jump. "You've got to be kidding me," she groaned, dropping her controller. "My mom's gonna ...
Maya's phone had been glitching all week—probably because her brother's cat, Pancake, had chewed through the ethernet cable again. She shoved the device in her pocket and grabbed h...
Maya's palms turned orange right before the most important serve of her life. Not metaphorically. Literally. Like she'd been eating Cheetos for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. "You ...
Maya's blue hair was supposed to be her rebellion. Her mom's exact words when she came downstairs with the newly dyed mess: "You look like a zombie that got electrocuted." Thanks, ...
The club's outdoor pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, but Maya's stomach did nervous flip-flops. She stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her racquet like a lifeline. ...
Leo dragged himself through the front door at 6 PM feeling like a certified zombie. Third consecutive day of finals, plus 4:30 AM bull duty at the county fair prep grounds. His mom...
My phone buzzed against my thigh — seventh time in ten minutes. Grace wanted an ETA, Chloe needed help finding Emma's house (seriously, how did she get lost three blocks from her o...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering she was standing in front of Madame Zora's Mystical Fortune Tent at t...
Diving into my summer job at Palm Springs Country Club, I quickly realized the social hierarchy worked exactly like high school—just with better tans and more expensive swimsuits. ...
Maya's cat Pumpkin had been her emotional support animal since middle school, but now that she was sixteen, the tabby had developed a weird habit: whenever Maya was stressed, Pumpk...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen, heart rate matching the pulsing notification. Three hundred sixty-two likes on her latest post. Not bad, but not viral either. The iphone glow...