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Maya stared at her phone screen, the familiar blue glow of her iPhone illuminating her face at 2 AM. Another Instagram story from Kayla's party—the one Maya wasn't invited to. Agai...
Maya's snapback was her armor. Pull the brim low, vanish into the fabric, become invisible. That was the plan at Jefferson High, where being seen meant being judged. "You're comin...
The lake water felt like someone had dropped an ice cube tray straight from the freezer into my stomach. I stood knee-deep at Miller's Pond, clutching my towel like it was armor, w...
Maya's vintage trucker hat with its embroidered fox design started as a joke in eighth period English—"watch me be 'lowkey mysterious' tomorrow"—but somehow the fox hat became her ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. Across the water, Taylor and the popular crew lounged on floaties in their matching bikinis, for...
Maya stood by the chips, feeling like a total zombie. Junior year had turned her into this walking dead version of herself—grades, AP classes, college apps, her mom's constant "hav...
The house party thumped bass through the floorboards, but honestly? My anxiety was louder. I stood by the snack table, clutching my cousin's vintage fedora like it was some kind of...
Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's patio, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with notifications—snap streaks, party invites, people already posting about #Jes...
Maya stared at the lunch table, wishing she could disappear. Her Tupperware container sat there like a neon sign broadcasting her weirdness. Inside: papaya chunks, sprinkled with l...
The first week of sophomore year, I was basically invisible. Which was fine. Or at least, that's what I told myself while eating lunch in the library every single day. Then I saw ...
Maya's summer took a turn when her parents dragged her to the lake house for the weekend. She'd planned to spend it curled up with her phone, but the Wi-Fi was dead — something wro...
Maya stood by the back fence at Tyler's party, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The music thrummed through her chest, but she felt frozen, caught between wanting to d...