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Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, the harsh fluorescent lighting showing every flaw. Her hair hung limp and brown — basic, boring, totally not her. Not anymore. The bo...
My hair looked like a poodle had exploded on my head. Mom's "experimental" natural dye job turned my curls a terrifying shade of orange-bronze—basically, I was a human papaya. Thre...
The **dog** appeared on the third day of what my mom called "finding ourselves" — aka, her and Dad taking a "break" while I got shipped off to Abuela's house in the middle of nowhe...
I stood in the cafeteria line, mentally calculating if I had enough for the spicy chicken sandwich or if I'd be stuck with the sad salad bar again. My stomach growled loud enough t...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating—gross, noticeable sweating—while she stood in the corner of Jordan's basement party, nursing a warm soda and pretending to be de...
Maya's summer plans were pretty basic: survive her cousin's quinceañera, avoid the bathroom mirror, and definitely NOT let anyone know she was questioning everything about her iden...
Maya's signature orange streaks in her hair used to mean something. They were her middle school rebellion, her "I'm not just the baseball player's little sister" declaration. But n...
Marcus flopped onto my bed, knocking over the soda cans we'd stacked into a shaky tower. "Dude, you're not gonna believe this. My cousin's got this opportunity—it's like, actual ge...
The first thing you should know about Fox—that's not his real name, obviously, but it's what everyone calls him because of that one time in seventh grade when he literally crawled ...
Maya's parents were finally out of town for the weekend, which could only mean one thing: the small get-together that was definitely, absolutely not a party. Just a few friends. Ch...
I stood in the food court holding a papaya smoothie like it was some kind of tribal artifact. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I tried to look casual, which was basically ...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing her hair for the fiftieth time. The box dye had promised "Midnight Blue" but her curls were looking more like "Drowned...