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Maya's frizzy **hair** refused to cooperate, like always. She smoothed another layer of gel over the curls and inspected her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Tonight was the nigh...
Maya regretted the orange sweater immediately. Like, the second she walked into Jordan's house party. It was giving 'elementary art teacher' instead of 'chill sophomore who definit...
Maya slumped on her bed, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3 AM doom-scrolling through her ex's Instagram. The lightning storm outside her window mirrored the chao...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her cutoffs before grabbing her phone. Three parties in and Jordan still hadn't noticed her existed. Classic. "You good?"...
Maya adjusted the brim of her floppy sun hat, trying to look like she belonged at the country club pool. This was supposed to be "the ultimate summer hang" according to Instagram, ...
Maya stood at the gate of Jake's house, clutching her towel like a shield. The orange bikini bottoms she'd bought specifically for today suddenly felt ridiculous. Who was she kiddi...
I'd been running from it for weeks—the conversation I needed to have with Maya about why I'd been ghosting her since homecoming. But now, at the bottom of the eighth inning of my b...
The country club parking lot felt like walking into a lion's den, except the lions were wearing Vineyard Vines and driving their parents' BMWs. I tugged at my swimsuit, suddenly aw...
Maya stared at her reflection, tilting the vintage newsboy hat at just the right angle. It was supposed to signal artsy confidence, but mostly it signaled that she was trying way t...
Maya's cousin Sarai had promised "chill vibes" at the party, but Maya's palms were already sweating against her phone case. This was what happens when you're the freshman trying to...
Maya had been running on fumes since midterms—three hours of sleep, endless AP classes, and that zombie shuffle through hallways that said *I'm barely here, please don't interact.*...
The papaya sat on the counter like an alien artifact. My parents had never bought anything so exotic in their lives, but there it was, a reminder that everything was changing this ...