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The cafeteria hierarchy worked like a pyramid, and Maya had spent her entire freshman year stuck at the base. Top tier: varsity athletes and rich kids. Middle: theater kids, band g...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, her normally cooperative **hair** now staging a full-blown rebellion against existence. Frizz erupted like tiny electrical charges, and she'd ...
The community pool shimmered like a giant blue jello cup, and Maya's stomach did backflips just looking at it. Summer freshman year, and somehow everyone already knew how to dive l...
Maya slumped against the scratched cafeteria wall, phone clutched in her sweaty palm like a lifeline. The notification had burned itself into her retinas: *We need to talk.* Three...
Maya stood by the bathroom door, nursing a plastic cup of warm **water** like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Jordan's house party was everything she'd dreaded—loud...
Maya pulled her snapback **hat** low over her eyes, hoping the brim would hide the fact that she was totally fifth-wheeling it at the food court. Again. Her friends were practicall...
Maya's hand shook as she held up her iphone, framing the perfect sunset behind the school bleachers. This was it — the moment she'd post, the one that would finally make her feel l...
The camp social pyramid towered above me like something out of ancient Egypt—top tier: the cool kids who'd been coming here since forever. Bottom tier: me, the literal new kid whos...
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...