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The thing about being the invisible girl is nobody notices when you're literally two feet away, staring. Which is how I ended up behind the gym bleachers during sixth period, spy m...
Maya dragged herself to the padel court at 9 AM on a Sunday, feeling like a certified zombie after finals week. Her hair—usually her signature move, big curly coils she'd spent yea...
Maya had been planning this moment for weeks. The Friday night football game. Finally. She'd positioned herself perfectly near Chase—soccer team captain, actual sunshine human—when...
Maya's palms were sweating legit rivers as she clutched the crumpled flyer. School carnival. Seventh period. Behind her, Jordan was already bouncing on his heels, oblivious to ever...
I'd been running my whole life—literally, since sixth grade track, and figuratively, from anything that looked like feelings. Coach Reynolds said I had natural talent. My dad said ...
The pool party invitation had been sitting on my phone screen for three days. Maya's end-of-summer bash. The kind of event where everyone would be there, watching, judging, remembe...
Maya crouched behind the bleachers, phone camera ready. She wasn't proud of basically acting like a spy, but after three months at Northwood High without a single real friend, she ...
I felt like a literal zombie walking into Tyler's pool party. Three hours of sleep + excessive anxiety = me, basically the walking dead. The text had said 'pool party 2-5' which in...
Maya stared at her wall, fingers trembling. Three months since her best friend Kai ghosted her after freshman homecoming, and she was finally doing it—tearing down the shrine. The ...
Six months into freshman year, I'd become a professional zombie. Wake up, grab the iPhone, scroll TikTok until my eyes burned, shuffle through classes like the walking dead, collap...
Marcus had mastered the art of looking busy while actually doing nothing. Leaning against the chain-link fence near the community pool, he pretended to check his phone—again—as if ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The end-of-summer party raged behind her—laughter spilling into the night, b...