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Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The water shimmered below, surrounded by kids who'd known each other since kindergarten...
The gummy vitamins sat on my kitchen counter like radioactive bears. Grape flavor. Supposed to help me "focus" during exams. Mom's latest intervention in my increasingly awkward so...
Maya's ponytail swung behind her like a metronome counting down her doom. She stood on the mound, hair slicked back with enough gel to waterproof a duck, heart hammering against he...
Maya's pet goldfish, Neptune, had more game than she did. At least Neptune didn't overthink every text message like his life depended on it. "You're literally spiraling again," sa...
Maya felt like a total spy, crouched behind the library shelves, watching Ethan laugh at something Rachel said. She'd been "observing" him for three weeks now—basically stalking hi...
The pool party was supposed to be the comeback. After months of being basically invisible in the hallways, I'd finally been invited to Jessica's thing. My iPhone buzzed in my pocke...
The ball bounced off the padel racket with a satisfying thwack, but I missed it completely. Again. "You good, Maya?" Jordan called from across the court, wiping sweat from his for...
Maya stared at her reflection, running fingers through her newly-dyed orange hair. It wasn't just orange — it was ORANGE. Like traffic-cone, safety-vest, absolutely-no-missing-this...
Maya pulled the orange hoodie tighter around herself. Her mom had bought it on clearance — bright, unapologetic orange, the kind that demanded attention. Exactly what Maya didn't w...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. That morning, it decided to stage a rebellion — frizzy, untamable, absolutely not Instagram-ready. She sighed, grabbing her favorite beanie to co...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the thing. The chop. The statement. Instead, she stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at a jagged disaster that looked like a lawnmower acc...
I walked into homeroom feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you—thanks, TikTok rabbit hole at 2 AM. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I s...