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Maya's life had officially reached peak awkwardness. Standing in the school cafeteria, spinach wedged firmly between her front teeth, she locked eyes with Lucas—the hottest guy on ...
I stared at the blender like it contained radioactive waste. My mom's latest health kick meant I was chugging spinach smoothies before school. "It's packed with vitamin K!" she'd c...
Maya's summer as a camp counselor was supposed to be epic—hang with kids, earn bank, maybe meet someone cute. Instead, she was stuck wearing a giant fuzzy bear costume that smelled...
Maya's thumb hovered over the screen of her iPhone, heart racing as she noticed it—another view from someone anonymous. Someone was definitely watching her posts. Way too closely. ...
Maya was deep in her third consecutive YouTube rabbit hole when her phone buzzed. Mrs. Chen next door needed emergency pet coverage - her daughter's flight got delayed, and someone...
The day of the regional swim meet, I woke up looking like I'd lost a fight with a lawnmower. My hair, supposed to be perfectly gelled for my big moment, stood up in seventeen diffe...
I'd perfected the art of the spy mission without even trying. It's called being the quiet kid in the back of the classroom, the one everyone forgets exists while they're living the...
Maya stood outside the chain-link fence, her palms sweating against the plastic bag holding her change of clothes. Inside, the muffled sounds of laughter and splashing drifted from...
My hair looked like a dead animal. That was the first problem. "Trust me, cuz," Marcus said, flipping channels on the ancient cable box that crackled like static every time someon...
Maya dragged herself through the front door, feeling like her life was basically over. The humidity had turned her normally sleek curls into a frizz explosion that could rival any ...
My hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, I looked like a traffic cone. "It's fine, Maya," Chloe lied, barely glancing up from her phone. "It's... vibrant." Vibrant...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, it looked like a traffic cone exploded on her head. The bright orange monstrosity stared back from the mirror, mocking her ca...