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Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another group chat blowing up without her. She swiped it away, staring out the bus window instead. The sky was that weird or...
Jordan's cleats clicked against the concrete as he slumped into the dugout, sixth inning of the worst baseball game of his life. Coach Miller had benched him after two strikeouts—a...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent twenty minutes trying to tame the frizz, only to end up with what looked like a bird's nest on top of her head. "This is ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her statement piece for sophomore year. That was before she decided to try that viral TikTok hack involving papaya and coconut oil. Now she looked li...
The air conditioning in Maya's bedroom had been broken for two weeks, which was the only logical explanation for why she was currently sitting in Leah's basement, listening to some...
My mom shoved the neon orange **vitamin** bottle into my hand before I could even grab my backpack. "Don't forget your brain food, mijo." I rolled my eyes but swallowed two anyway....
"You're literally dying," Jordan said, deadpan, as Leo doubled over after their third hill repeat. "It's the spinach," Leo wheezed. "My mom's experimental health phase is straight...
Maya balanced her iPhone on the stack of textbooks, hitting record for the third time. Her caption was ready: another golden hour selfie, another perfectly curated moment of suburb...
My hair was doing that thing again—frizzing up like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket, exactly the kind of vibe that screamed 'I don't belong here.' County fair, junior y...
Maya's phone buzzed with yet another text from Fox—that nickname Lucas earned in seventh grade for being impossibly slippery in conversation. The party started in twenty minutes an...
The pool deck was basically my second home, my hair permanently smelling like chlorine, my fingers pruned into raisins by 3 PM every summer day. I was the worst one on the swim tea...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light illuminating her face in the darkness of the coat room. Another notification pinged—someone else posting about how amazi...