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Chase's lungs burned like they'd been scrubbed with steel wool. Cross country practice at Miller Park meant one thing: hills that didn't quit and Coach Miller yelling about mental ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I surfaced, gasping.龙湖 High's annual back-to-school pool party raged around me—Becky and her squad dominating the shallow end with their waterproof ph...
Maya's hair had always been the subject of unwanted commentary. Too curly, too frizzy, too much—whatever people said about it, Maya internalized. So when she found herself staring ...
The carnival goldfish—named Breadstick, because why not—stared at me with what I swear was judgment from its bowl on my nightstand. This fish had seen things. Specifically, it had ...
Marcus pulled his **baseball** cap lower, sweat already slicking his **palm**s as he stood in the cafeteria line. Three weeks at Northwood High and he was still practically invisib...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her dress—this tiny slip of black fabric that Harper said made her look "lowkey devastating"—but the moisture just kept coming....
Maya's palms were sweating, and not because of the humidity hanging over the baseball field like a wet blanket. She was sitting next to Ethan, who smelled like coconut sunscreen an...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her dress for the third time, watching Jake from across the backyard. Jake, who'd smiled at her in calculus y...
The beanie was practically glued to my head at this point. Mom called it my security hat, which was embarrassing and also lowkey accurate. Without it, I felt like a bald cat—expose...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be Maya's moment. Finally. After months of being invisible in the sophomore class, she'd landed an invite to THE party of the year...
Maya's cracked iPhone screen had become her shield against the world at Northwood High. Behind it, she could document everything without participating—a digital ghost haunting hall...
Maya pulled the vintage fedora down over her messy hair, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. Freshman year at Northwood High wasn't supposed to feel this terrifying, but he...