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The fluorescent bathroom lights buzzed like dying insects as Maya stared at her reflection. Freshly dyed orange hair framed her face—a middle finger to her mom's "natural beauty on...
Maya adjusted the strap of her bikini top for the hundredth time, clutching the papaya she'd bought at Whole Foods like it was some kind of social shield. Her cousin Jenna had swor...
Maya stared at herself in the mirror, her normally curly hair straightened within an inch of its life. Her older sister Tasha had spent two hours with the flat iron, declaring this...
Maya's hair had been the same silky straight black since forever. Her mom's pride, her aunt's obsession, basically the family crown jewel. But Maya was fifteen now and done being e...
Maya felt like a zombie as she trudged toward the pool gate, her flip-flops slapping against the pavement. Three hours of sleep. That's what happened when you spent the entire nigh...
I'm officially in my health era. Or at least that's what I told Maya when she caught me packing a papaya for lunch like it was totally normal. "You're bringing a straight-up tropi...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange knit hat like it was a lifeline. The backyard party was already in full swing—kids she'd known since middle school were doi...
The bass thumped against my chest as I leaned against the kitchen island, nursing a warm soda. I wasn't technically supposed to be at Tyler's party—my parents thought I was at Maya...
The pyramid scheme wasn't supposed to be literal. Kyle had roped me into some multi-level marketing BS, promising "financial freedom by senior year." Now we were stuck at this Egy...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she was afraid she'd short-circuit her phone. Being a freshman at a senior party was basically social suicide—or social gold, depending on who yo...
Maya's hair was doing that thing it always did when she was nervous—springing into tiny rebellious coils around her face. She tugged at a spiral, regretting everything about agreei...
Maya's summer gig as a cable installation assistant was everything she didn't want to be seen doing. Especially the hat—a crushed velvet fedora that made her look like she was abou...