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The humid air clung to Maya's skin as she sat cross-legged under the swaying **palm** tree, her thumbs flying across her **iPhone** screen. Three weeks into her family's move to Ha...
My palms were sweating through my grip on the padel racket. Again. "You good, Mateo?" Lena asked from across the court. She wasn't even winded, while I looked like I'd just run a ...
The **vitamin** gummies rattled in Maya's pocket as she stood at the edge of **Bull Creek**, watching the sunset paint the sky **orange**. Her friends were already knee-deep in the...
I'd been spying on Marcus for three weeks before he caught me. Okay, maybe "spying" is dramatic. I was just strategically positioning myself near the baseball dugout during lunch,...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—the frizz that defied physics, humidity, and three different hair products she'd begged her mom to buy. Senior photos were in two hours, and ...
Maya's **hair** was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, it looked like a pumpkin exploded on her head. The box dye had lied. Now she had first-day-at-a-new-school energy wi...
Maya adjusted her brimmed hat for the fiftieth time, convinced everyone was staring at the frizz escaping her bun. Her first day as summer staff at the Sunset Hills Resort and she ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was hilarious, because she was standing under an actual palm tree at the rec center, watching...
Marcus was **running** for his life, which honestly was just his life at this point. Always **running**—to class, from awkward situations, toward things he wanted but was terrified...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in her frizzy curls. Third day of seventh grade, and her hair had already declared independence. Too much gel? Not enough? The bathr...
Maya's cat, Barnaby, decided 2 AM was the perfect time to knock over her carefully arranged succulent collection. Three ceramic pots shattered. The chaos matched the tornado spinni...
Maya's fingers flew across her phone screen at 2 AM, her face illuminated by its ghostly blue glow. She was doing it again—spying on Jasmine's Instagram story, watching the popular...