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Riley's bedroom had become command central for Operation: Figure Out Who I Even Am. The mission objective? Stop lying to everyone including the mirror. Current status: critical fai...
Maya's life felt like one giant performance. At school, she was basically a private investigator, constantly lowkey spying on everyone's Instagram stories to figure out who was han...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing her 4C curls that refused to behave. The bathroom counter was crowded with three different hair creams, a detangling brush, and that v...
Maya's palms were sweating so much that her grip on the padel racquet was borderline dangerous. The sport court at the community center felt like stage five of social hell, especia...
Maya's sweaty palms gripped her iPhone as she stared at the group chat blowing up her screen. The Pyramid—that's what they called the eighth grade social hierarchy at Lincoln Middl...
Maya found Chase by the pool exactly where she expected — sprawled on a lounge chair, sunglasses pushed up in his hair, phone abandoned on the concrete. The neighborhood cat, a scr...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which would've been useful, considering the drought California was in, but definitely not useful fo...
Maya's orange crop top matched the sunset perfectly, which was honestly the only thing going right at Spring Fling. She was supposed to be having the time of her life, junior year ...
My palms were sweating so much I could practically water-ski on them. Which was ridiculous, considering I was just sitting across from Jordan at the school carnival, while she pret...
My phone buzzed with the third text from Emma: *U coming? Everyone's at the lake.* I stared at the ceiling fan, that stupid **cable** from my broken headset still tangled around m...
My hair was doing that thing again — that frizzy halo that made me look like I'd stuck my finger in a light socket. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it before Maya's poo...
The summer air hung thick and sticky as I stood by the club pool, clutching my racquet like it might somehow save me from social suicide. Padel lessons weren't exactly my idea of f...