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Maya's hair had always been her superpower. Thick, curly, and reaching past her shoulders, it was basically a personality of its own. But today, it felt more like a curse. "You're...
Maya's phone buzzed with another Instagram notification. Someone was viewing her story again—probably her ex's new girlfriend, the ultimate social media spy move. Maya tossed her p...
Jordan's baseball cleats dug into the dirt, third base looming like a judgment. Two outs, bottom of the ninth, and their summer league championship hung by a thread. "You got this...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even stepped through the gate. Jake's end-of-summer pool party. Classic. The kind where everyone would be posing for instagram stories, phone...
Maya pressed her ear against the paper-thin wall of the hotel room, feeling like total creeper material. She wasn't trying to be a **spy** or anything, but when your older sister's...
Maya's vintage beret sat crooked on her head, defying the sleek straight-hair trends at Jefferson High. Three corners deep into a party she shouldn't have attended, someone finally...
Freshman year hit Maya like a brick. Actually, worse—like realizing you're at the bottom of a pyramid that stretches up to seniors who don't even know your name exists. The cafete...
Maya's hair was refusing to cooperate. Again. "This is literally a disaster," she groaned, staring at her reflection. The spring formal was in two hours, and her curls had decided...
The first pool party of freshman year was my Waterloo. Okay, that's dramatic — it wasn't that bad. But when you're fifteen and your social battery lasts about twelve seconds, stand...
Maya's palms were literally dripping onto her padel racket. Again. "You good, Maya?" Jordan called from the other side of the court, flipping his perfect hair that somehow stayed ...
Maya's orange hair wasn't a choice. It just happened that way—fiery, copper coils that made her stick out like a highlighter in a world of pencil sketches. By freshman year, she'd ...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself through the gym doors. Homecoming week. The ultimate social hierarchy—a literal **pyramid** of popularity where she occupied the ...