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I refused to take off the hat. It was my dad's old Cubs cap, sweat-stained and totally cringe, but wearing it made me feel like he was still here, even though he'd been gone six mo...
Maya stood in front of the full-length mirror, adjusting the orange beanie she'd thrifted last week. It was kind of extra, but honestly? She needed the confidence boost. House part...
I stood by the pool, clutching my red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. Sarah's End-of-School Bash was legendary, but I felt less like a guest and more like a walking zombie—three h...
The pyramid scheme started with a glossy Instagram story. Jessica—she of the perfectly curated aesthetic and 2,000 followers—posted about "revolutionary wellness products" that cou...
Maya's hair was supposed to be cascade-of-waves beachy. Instead, the stylist had chopped it into what her younger brother called "drowned poodle chic." Now she stood at the edge of...
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 ...