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Maya's first shift at the Fall Festival wasn't supposed to be a disaster. But when you're sixteen and literally everything feels like the most embarrassing moment ever, the univers...
Maya's favorite hat sat crooked on her head, a beat-up dad cap that smelled like summer and confidence she didn't actually feel. The neighborhood pool party raged behind her—music ...
Maya stared at the bottle of biotin gummies on her bathroom counter. Her mom had bought them last week, convinced they would fix Maya's "problematic" hair—aka, the cascade of tight...
Maya's new haircut was a disaster—cropped unevenly, like she'd let a toddler attack her with safety scissors. She spent the entire school carnival **running** between booths, ducki...
The coaxial **cable** sat coiled on my bedroom floor like a dead snake, left over from when my dad tried to upgrade our internet and gave up halfway through. I kicked it every morn...
I was basically a professional spy at this point. The mission: infiltrate the populars' midnight beach bonfire without exposing myself as the absolute loser I clearly was. My reco...
Maya's palms were sweating against her **padel** racket, which was gross, because she'd been gripping it for exactly thirty seconds. Summer before freshman year, and somehow she'd ...
The plastic bag with the goldfish was sweating in my hand. Literally sweating—condensation slicking my palm as I stood at the edge of Chloe's pool party, the one I definitely wasn'...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM. Another notification from Jake's finsta. She'd been basically stalking his posts for three weeks — not creepy, just thorough research. Her best friend ...
The racket felt heavier than it looked. I stood at the edge of the padel court, my borrowed grip slick with sweat, watching Sam and the popular crew laugh like they owned the place...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in her curls. The humidity had already made her hair expand to three times its normal volume. She looked like she'd stuck her finger...
The seventh goldfish died on a Tuesday. "Three seconds," I muttered, flushing another innocent victim. "That's all I get." My phone buzzed. 'U coming to Jake's party?' — Chelsea ...