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The first week of sophomore year, and I'm already over it. Standing at the edge of Jessica's pool, clutching a cup of something that claims to be papaya mango but tastes like pure ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her tote bag like a lifeline. The popular kids' end-of-summer party sprawled before her—flamingo floats, Bluetooth speakers bumping th...
Maya's denim bucket hat stayed pulled low over her forehead, her default armor against the world. She stood at the edge of the pool where Taylor's birthday party raged—ninth grade ...
Maya stood in the corner of Jake's basement, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The red solo cup in her other hand felt stupidly conspicuous, like she was holding a neon sign th...
The pool water shimmered like liquid sapphire, beckoning me like a literal siren song. I adjusted my hair for the millionth time, fully aware that my natural curls were doing that...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her usually sleek hair now a frizzy disaster. The humidity at her abuela's ranch in Texas did not play nice with her curl patt...
Seventeen-year-old Maya had been running on caffeine and anxiety for three days straight, existing in a total **zombie** state thanks to finals week, her part-time job at the smoot...
Maya stood at the edge of Katie's backyard pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The bass from the speakers thudded against her ribs, but inside, she felt like a gol...
Maya's palms were sweating — straight-up gross, sweaty palms that she wiped on her jeans like twelve times. This is what happens when you're stuck in line at the spring carnival wi...
The storm outside was going absolutely feral. Rain hammered against Maya's bedroom window like it was trying to break in, and every few seconds, lightning would flash and paint eve...
Marcus's snapback was his crown. Worn backward at exactly the right angle, it said *I'm chill without trying too hard.* Which was hilarious, because Marcus was trying way too hard....
Maya's dad's old trucker hat was pulled low over her eyebrows, basically her entire personality at this point. First house party of freshman year, and she was already regretting ev...