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Maya's summer as a cable installer was supposed to be easy money. No social interaction, just climbing poles and connecting wires—perfect for someone whose social battery drained f...
Maya's hands shook as she held the box of Electric Blue dye. This was it. The rebellion. The statement. After sixteen years of being the quiet girl who sat in the back, who blended...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto my padel racket grip, which was gross but also exactly how much I cared about not making a fool of myself in front of everyone....
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering she was currently gripping a baseball bat like it might explode at any...
I was basically a zombie finals week, surviving on three hours of sleep and whatever caffeine hadn't been banned from school grounds. My goldfish, FinFin, was doing better than me—...
Maya's mom meant well. Really. But asking her stylist friend to give Maya "something fresh" for sophomore year resulted in what looked like a drunk lawnmower attacking her head. Th...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her borrowed racket like a shield. The Country Club of Emerald Hills felt like a different planet, everyone decked out in their...
Maya's older cousin Javier was twenty-two and had already failed at three startups, but that didn't stop him from cornering her at Tía Elena's backyard barbecue. The air smelled li...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was as rigid as it was invisible, and Maya had spent three years climbing it—until she crashed. "You look like a zombie," Lena said, sliding o...
Maya's hair wasn't cooperating. Again. She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, her dark curls staging a full rebellion against the expensive mousse she'd practically bathed in. ...
Maya's summer was not going according to plan. Instead of lounging by the pool with her friends, she was running late to her first day as assistant manager at the Oakridge Country ...
The orange tape across the gym entrance practically glowed against the gray concrete. Kai stood there, clutching his phone like it might save him from what waited inside. "You're ...