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I'd spent the entire summer feeling like a goldfish in a bowl—translucent, exposed, constantly watched. The country club pool shimmered with chlorine and expectation, and I was jus...
The summer before tenth grade, I got a job as a lifeguard at the country club pool. Mostly because my dad said I needed to "learn responsibility" but also because I'd been spying o...
Maya stared at her phone, the cracked screen illuminating her face in the darkness of her bedroom. The group chat was blowing up—everyone planning their junior year initiation nigh...
The sky was that bruised purple color you only get right before everything goes wrong. I stood at the baseline of the padel court, sweat dripping down my back, gripping my rented r...
The country club felt like a different planet, and I was definitely the alien. Mom had dragged me along for her summer membership, leaving me alone by the pool with nothing but my ...
The spinach stuck in my teeth like a neon sign announcing my social suicide. I'd spent twenty minutes preening in Maya's bathroom mirror, trying to look chill for her pool party, a...
Maya's thumb moved on autopilot, scrolling through feeds she wasn't even seeing anymore. She was fifteen and already felt like she'd lived a thousand lifetimes online, each one blu...
Lila's blue hair—fresh from the box dye—felt like armor. Third time this semester. Her mom would definitely notice before dinner. "You're literally going to bleach your hair off,"...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old bucket hat lower, shielding her eyes from the gym's fluorescent glare. The hat smelled like vintage thrift store and desperation—exactly how s...
The summer before sophomore year, I got stuck as a counselor-in-training at Camp Pine Ridge, which was basically social suicide according to my group chat. Maya, who'd been practic...
Maya's iphone battery hovered at 3%—a ticking clock on her social life. She was fourteen, freshly initiated into the brutal ecosystem of freshman year, and currently watching the s...
The **hair** was a disaster. I stared in the mirror, fingers prodding the lopsided mess my cousin Tyra had created with her "professional" hairdressing scissors. Now my right side ...