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Max hated summer swim practice. Mostly because it meant wearing a swimsuit in front of everyone, but also because his mom had decided this was the summer he'd get "healthy" which m...
Maya's palms were sweating—that specific, humiliating kind of sweat that makes holding your phone feel gross. She was staring at the lunch table where Sydney sat, queen bee of the ...
Maya's fifteenth summer wasn't supposed to involve holding a squishy, alien-looking fruit while her ex-best-friend-now-crush-Jason watched from across the pool. But here she was. ...
Maya stared at the mirror, her normally brown hair now sporting a bright orange streak that had absolutely zero business being there. The box had promised "sun-kissed highlights." ...
Maya's sixteenth birthday pool party was supposed to be legendary—until someone tripped over the coaxial **cable** connecting the outdoor TV, snapping it like a dry twig during Mar...
Maya's fedora wasn't just a hat—it was her armor. Vintage, oversized, and slightly ridiculous, it sat pulled low over her eyebrows as she leaned against the gym wall, watching the ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange soda like it was a lifeline. The infamous sophomore pool party. Everyone who was anyone was here, and Maya felt conspicuous...
My hair looked like a regretful science experiment. Mom said "it'll grow out," but she wasn't the one walking into Jessica Carson's pool party looking like a traffic cone with high...
Kai's iphone lay screen-down on his comforter, glowing like accusation. He'd drafted the text to Jamie twelve times. Each attempt worse than the last. "You're overthinking," his s...
Leo stared at the bathroom mirror, clippers buzzing in his trembling hand. Three inches of hair fell to the tiled floor—dark curls that had defined him since middle school. Goodbye...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts, leaving dark streaks on the fabric. Junior year was supposed to be different—she was supposed to be different. Conf...
Maya stood by the snack table at Tyler's pool party, clutching her Tupperware like it contained radioactive material. Inside sat the **papaya** her abuela had insisted she bring—cu...