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The orange cat showed up three days after my parents announced their divorce. He was mangy, missing half an ear, and looked like he'd seen better decades, let alone better days. I ...
Maya pressed the **spy**glasses against her bedroom window, heart racing as she watched the new kid across the street. His name was Leo, and somehow in three days he'd already beco...
Maya's snapback was pulled low, hiding the disaster zone that was her eyebrows. She'd gone overboard with the tweezers last night, panic-plucking because Jason might actually notic...
Maya's been wearing the same black baseball cap for three years. It's her armor, her "don't talk to me" sign, her everything. Sophomore year at Northwood High, and she's perfected ...
Maya stared at her reflection, wondering if she'd ever feel comfortable in a swimsuit. The invitation to Jake's **pool** party had been sitting on her phone for three days, mocking...
The papaya sat in my locker like a bright orange secret, exuding that sweet-but-weird smell that always made people ask what's wrong with your lunch. My abuela insisted I take it, ...
The papaya incident happened right after third period, which was basically the worst timing ever. I was standing by my locker, pretending to be occupied with my phone, when Caleb w...
Maya's finger hovered over the 'post' button, her iphone screen glowing in the darkness of her room at 2 AM. The photo was perfect—her hair cascading in beachy waves, the golden ho...
Maya's curls had officially declared war on her. The bathroom mirror showed a halo of frizz that definitely did NOT say "effortlessly cool." It said "I tried way too hard and still...
Maya's vintage fisherman hat felt ridiculous. She'd spent forty minutes perfecting the tilt before leaving the house, convinced it made her look edgy and mysterious, like the girls...
Leo's iPhone was burning a hole in his pocket. Or maybe that was just his anxiety, spiked and dangerous as a summer thunderstorm. Maya's end-of-year pool party pulsed with eighth-g...
Maya pulled her dad's old Dodgers cap lower, the brim shadowing her eyes like a security curtain. At fifteen, she'd mastered the art of being invisible in plain sight. Every Wedne...