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Maya's hair was supposed to be a subtle caramel balayage. Instead, she left the salon looking like a zonked-out raccoon with commitment issues. The stylist—her mom's friend who ins...
Maya's palms were sweating — which was honestly ironic considering she was literally surrounded by water. The community pool job was supposed to be chill, just her and the occasion...
Maya's phone buzzed. Third time in five minutes. Her friend Chloe was blowing up her group chat—something about a party at Jake's house. Maya groaned, feeling like a total zombie a...
Maya's **hair** refused to cooperate. It hung like a limp declaration of defeat after three hours of pool party humidity. She adjusted her swim cap for the fourth time, feeling lik...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to flat-iron her curls into submission for Jennifer's legendary end-of-summer pool party, but the humidity h...
The bull at the skate park wouldn't leave me alone. "Yo, Marcus, that trick was weak sauce," Jaxon yelled, pumping his fist like he'd just won something. Which, technically, he ha...
Maya's iPhone died at 2% right as the math study session was getting interesting. Of course. She scrambled to find her charging cable, which had somehow migrated to the depths of h...
The vintage fedora was supposed to be my armor. I'd spent twenty minutes positioning it at just the right angle—carefully careless, you know? Like I didn't care what anyone thought...
Maya's neon orange padel racket felt like a lightsaber in her sweaty grip. The summer camp championship match. Winner takes the last spot on the varsity team. loser walks away with...
Maya's phone was at 8% when she arrived at Tyler's pool party. The cable she'd packed was sitting uselessly in her pocket because—of course—she'd grabbed her brother's Android char...
The house party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late as always. Someone had spiked the punch, and the backyard smelled like chlorine and teenage desperatio...
The iPhone screen glowed in Maya's dark room, illuminating her face as she scrolled through yet another video of people living their best lives. At sixteen, she felt like everyone ...