The Sphinx's Salad Bar
Maya's hands shook as she applied the gold body paint, her reflection in the drama club mirror looking more like a desperate DIY project than the majestic Sphinx she was supposed t...
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Maya's hands shook as she applied the gold body paint, her reflection in the drama club mirror looking more like a desperate DIY project than the majestic Sphinx she was supposed t...
The basement smelled like AXE body spray and nervous energy. I stood by the snack table, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline, while Mikey held court in the center of th...
The alarm blared at 5 AM and Maya dragged herself out of bed, feeling like a actual zombie from her lack of sleep. Cross-country practice started in thirty minutes, and she'd been ...
The humidity was doing terrible things to my hair. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it into something that said effortless cool, but it had settled on chaotic frizz inst...
The pool shimmered like liquid blue Topaz, and somewhere in its depths, my dignity was probably doing laps. "You coming in or what?" Chloe called, already doing that effortless ha...
The polyester bull suit smelled like three years of other people's sweat, but honestly? It was better than being out there as myself. "You good, Marcus?" Tyler yelled from the dug...
The pool shimmered like liquid turquoise under the June sun, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips that had nothing to do with excitement and everything to do with the fact that s...
The carnival goldfish lived in a bowl on Maya's nightstand, a reminder of the night she'd actually talked to Him. Cameron. The boy whose snapchat she'd been stalking since Septembe...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own, and today it was definitely not cooperating. The humidity made her curls puff up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, which was e...
Maya's older brother TJ had the room directly above hers, which meant she knew way too much about his life. Like how his baseball trophies collected more dust than actual glory sin...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Like, seriously sentient. Every morning was a battle against the frizz, and this morning? Total surrender. She stood in front of the mirror, her ...
Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's pool party like she'd accidentally wandered into a music video she wasn't cool enough to be in. Everyone else looked like they'd been born in sw...