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The **cable** had been out for three days, which meant no Netflix, no Instagram, and absolutely no distraction from the fact that my **hair** looked like a zombie had attacked it w...
The humidity in Maya's backyard was thick enough to chew. Her quinceañera was in full swing, tías drinking Coronas, primos blasting bad reggaeton, and somewhere a **dog** barking a...
Maya's mom stood in the bathroom doorway, holding out the neon orange bottle like it was evidence in a crime scene. "You need your **vitamin** D supplement, honey. Track season's c...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even saw the pool. Behind the privacy fence, Jake's end-of-summer party raged—twenty sophomores in various states of undress, too much Axe bo...
Maya's been running from everything lately. From her mom's questions about college applications, from the group chat that won't stop blowing up with drama she doesn't have energy f...
The thunder cracked so loud I practically jumped out of my skin. Great first impression, Maya. Really crushing it. I was supposed to be at Tyler's party right now, but instead I w...
The text message lit up my screen during third period: "U coming to Jake's? There's gonna be a mechanical bull." I stared at it. A mechanical bull? In suburban Connecticut? Only T...
The pool party was supposed to be legendary. Instead, Maya stood frozen at the edge of the deep end, clutching a red Solo cup like it might save her from drowning socially. "You c...
My life peaked at 3:47 PM on a Tuesday, wearing a fluorescent orange fruit stand hat and holding a papaya like it was a grenade. "Operation **Papaya** is a go," Maya whispered, du...
Maya's orange soda sat on the edge of the concrete, condensation pooling around the glass base like a miniature lake. She'd been standing by the pool for twenty minutes, clutching ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she had to wipe them on her jeans every thirty seconds. She'd been crushing on Leo since seventh grade, and tonight—under the Friday night lights ...
My hair looked absolutely tragic. I'd spent three hours trying to curl it for Maya's party, but somehow it ended up looking like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. Mom wa...