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Maya's crushed **velvet hat** sat pulled low over her eyes, a dark shield against the blinding July sun and the terrifying reality that Tyler—the Tyler who'd pitched a no-hitter la...
Maya's morning routine was nothing if not disciplined. Every day, exactly 7:15 AM, she'd pop her daily vitamin—her mom swore it was the only reason Maya hadn't collapsed from stres...
Maya felt like a total spy, crouched behind the cafeteria's recycling bin, phone clutched in sweaty hands. She'd been watching Tyler's Instagram stories for forty-five minutes—coun...
The coaxial cable dangling from the telephone pole had been our meeting point for three summers. Tonight, though, everything felt different. Maybe it was the humidity clinging to m...
Maya stood outside Jayden's house, clutching the papaya like it was a grenade. Her mom had insisted she bring 'something healthier than those death chips' to the party. Now here sh...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I floated in the **water**, iPhone clutched in a waterproof case like it was my only connection to the real world. Above me, the party raged—laughter,...
The carnival lights blurred as I clutched the plastic bag with my new goldfish like it was a radioactive isotope. I'd won it by accident—just trying to impress Sarah Chen with my "...
I looked like a zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you before the Regional Padel Championship. My hair was doing that thing where it defies gravity, and I'm pretty sure m...
Maya stood at the edge of the court, gripping her racquet like it might save her from drowning. The popular kids laughing over by the **padel** net—Lila with her perfect hair and J...
Maya's hair had been doing its own thing since seventh grade. Curly, frizzy, impossible — basically a hair catastrophe waiting to happen. So when sophomore year rolled around, she ...
The humidity had completely destroyed my hair. I stood in front of the mirror, poking at the frizz explosion that had somehow replaced my actual head sometime between third period ...
My dad calls me Bear because when I was six, I ate an entire honey bear container in one sitting. Now I'm fifteen, five-foot-two, and the nickname has stuck like that terrible summ...