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Maya's mom insisted the papaya smoothie would change her life. Seriously. The woman acted like blended tropical fruit was basically liquid gold, a miracle cure for everything from ...
Maya adjusted her bikini strap for the third time, her stomach doing actual flips. Not the cute Pinterest kind. The "I'm about to humiliate myself in front of literally everyone" k...
Maya's palms were sweating—literally. She stood outside the beach house where the party of the year was happening, heart doing gymnastics routines. Inside, everyone was probably li...
Maya felt like a zombie, Monday through Friday. AP Bio, cross-country practice, student council meetings—her brain operated on autopilot, powering through to-do lists until she col...
I'd been hiding in Jordan's bathroom for twenty minutes, getting personally victimized by a goldfish. The little guy swam in endless circles, and honestly? Same. My social anxiety ...
Maya's summer was supposed to be chill, but instead she was stuck at her cousin's quinceañera pool party, hiding in the bathroom with her iPhone. She'd been doom-scrolling for twen...
Maya stood outside the gym doors, heart pounding like she'd just finished a mile sprint. First homecoming dance. Sophomore year. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting her makeu...
Maya's fingers kept betraying her, twisting the same strand of curly hair into tighter and tighter knots while the baseball game dragged into the seventh inning. Behind her, Tyler ...
Working at the community pool was supposed to be my glow-up moment. Instead, I was just glowing—sweat dripping down my back while lifeguarding a bunch of screaming middle schoolers...
Maya smoothed her dress for the third time, checking her reflection in the darkened iPhone screen. The pool party was in full swing, bass thumping from somewhere near the deep end,...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping — as she stood in the corner of Jake's basement, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The social hierarchy at Lin...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, heart hammering like she'd been running a marathon instead of just sitting in the bleachers. The baseball game below was a blur of wh...