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Maya pulled her neon orange beanie down over her ears, wishing she could disappear into the fabric. The party was already too loud, too bright, too everything. Her older brother ha...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like climbing a pyramid — bottom tier, looking up at the glittering apex where the popular kids sat. She'd spent three days perfecting her ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be a subtle auburn. Instead, it came out neon orange. "You look like a traffic cone," her brother Jayden said, not looking up from his phone. "Perfect ...
Maya smoothed her grandma's vintage bucket hat for the thousandth time, hoping it read 'eccentric chic' rather than 'desperate attempt at personality.' This was the house party tha...
Leo's palms were sweating before he even stepped onto the **cable**-strewn back deck. It was Taylor's pool party — the social event of the summer — and somehow, awkward freshman Le...
The pool party was everything Maya feared: too loud, too many people from school she barely knew, and way too much exposure. Her palms were already sweating—classic Maya response t...
The sweat in my palm was making the baseball grip slip. Again. "You're gripping it too tight, Leo," Marcus yelled from the mound, flipping his cap backward. "Loosen up or you'll ...
Maya had basically mastered the art of being lowkey. Not invisible, just strategically overlooked — the kind of girl who blended into the background like a human NPC. But being the...
Lila's older brother Jason had been acting weird all week. First, the giant bottle of gummy vitamin C appeared on his nightstand. Then the mystery cable—black, braided, ridiculousl...
The orange hat was my brother's lucky baseball cap—way too big, sweat-stained, and basically a social suicide note to wear on the first day of freshman year. But there I was, yanki...
The summer I turned fifteen, my mom decided I needed vitamin D supplements and a break from my phone, so she shipped me off to Fox Lake Camp—population: 47, zero bars of service, a...
Maya's vintage trucker hat sat pulled low over her eyes, her only shield against the fluorescent gym lights. Spring Fling. The most cringe night of the freshman year, and she was h...