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Maya stood at the padel court entrance, heart hammering like it was trying to break out of her chest. The orange bucket hat perched on her head felt absolutely ridiculous – like a ...
Maya stood before the bathroom mirror, clutching the box of bleach like it was a weapon. The pink dye sat on the counter beside it, neon and electric and terrifying. Her mom would ...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating her bedroom in the dead of night. Three unread DMs from someone who'd ghosted her two weeks ago. Classic. ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be auburn. Subtle. Respectable. Instead, it was orange. Like, REALLY orange. "It's bold," her best friend Chloe had said, which was definitely not a co...
Kai sat across from Jordan at their usual lunch table, watching his best friend stare blankly at his iPhone. Jordan had been scrolling through Instagram for twenty minutes straight...
The goldfish was supposed to be my stress relief, a low-maintenance pet for my high-pressure junior year. Instead, Bubbles spent most of his time staring at me through the glass li...
The orange sky bled into the ocean as Maya gripped her padel racket, knuckles white. Three weeks at Cabo Summer Resort and she'd successfully avoided the courtyard where the cool k...
Maya stared at the empty fishbowl on her nightstand, RIP JERRY written in sharpie on the glass. Her fourth goldfish this semester. The girl at PetSmart had given her the side-eye w...
Maya stared at the pyramid of red Solo cups on Jackson's kitchen counter. House party. Sophomore year. Her first time being invited to anything cool, and she'd spent forty-five min...
Marcus's palms were sweating through his baseball glove as he stood at first base, watching Jessica walk toward him. She looked devastating in her cutoffs and zombie face paint, he...
Maya stared at the lunchroom's social pyramid from her usual spot near the vending machines. Senior table at the top, juniors below them, sophomores scattered through the middle, a...
Maya's hair was betraying her. That was the only explanation for why it puffed out like a frizzy cloud on the first day of sophomore year, despite three different products and fort...