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Maya's thumb hovered over the send button on her iPhone, heart racing. The text to Chloe sat there—confession of feelings she'd bottled up since freshman year. Send. Delete. Send. ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her plastic cup like it was a lifeline. The sophomore class rager was in full swing—kids she'd known since kindergarten were now trans...
The air conditioning was busted at the rec center, which meant my hair had expanded into something resembling a deflated cotton candy monster. I'd spent forty minutes with the flat...
The country club shimmered with wealth I didn't possess. Padel courts stretched before me like green alien landscapes while I stood there holding a rental racquet like it might bit...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizz that happened whenever she stressed, which, honestly, was most of the time. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, he...
Maya's phone lit up with the party invite, and she spent three hours choosing her outfit only to arrive feeling like a total **zombie**. Junior year had turned her into this walkin...
Maya stood at the edge of Lake Miller, her cutoffs damp against her thighs, watching the older kids from the high school gather around Jordan's dock. Someone had hooked up speakers...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror for twenty minutes, spritzing her curls until they lay flat against her head. Senior year. New school. Fresh start. The vintage snapback...
Six a.m. practice. That's when Marcus felt like a straight-up zombie—shuffling onto the padel court with dead eyes, still wearing the sweatpants he'd slept in because, honestly, wh...
Maya's iPhone battery hovered at 12%, but her social battery had died three periods ago. She sat behind home plate, fingers automatically swiping through feeds while her little br...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, she emerged from her bathroom mirror looking like a confused fox. The box had lied. She grabbed her older brother's bean...
Maya's cat Luna gave her that look. The one that said, *You're really doing this?* as if the elderly tabby understood that Maya was about to walk into the literal seventh circle of...