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The country club's social pyramid was invisible but crushing — eighth grade geometry in real life, no calculator allowed. At the base: us. The weird kids, the ones whose parents si...
Maya's first mistake was letting Kiara talk her into coming to this house party. "You've been ghosting everyone since break started," Kiara had said. "You need to get out there, be...
I was running on pure adrenaline and approximately three Monster zeros. Jordan's text had said 'fancy dinner, 7 PM,' which apparently meant the kind of place where the water glasse...
Maya's cousin Jace had won her at the carnival ring toss — a literal goldfish in a plastic bag, swimming in tiny frantic circles like Maya's anxiety. Now they were at the neighborh...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, clutching the Orange Crush she'd been nursing for twenty minutes at this house party. The bass fr...
Maya stared at her reflection, tugging at her newly-dyed blue hair. First day of sophomore year, first time she'd actually done something bold. Her mom had freaked, obviously, but ...
The fox hat was ridiculous. Like, objectively ridiculous. Bright orange fur, pointy ears that flopped when I moved, a fluffy tail that dangled down my back. My grandma had mailed i...
The cafeteria hummed with its usual lunchtime chaos—clattering trays, shrieking laughter, and the unmistakable eighth-grade buzz that everyone was secretly judging everyone else. ...
Chloe's **baseball** cap sat pulled low, shielding eyes that had spent too long scrolling through her **iphone**. Four hundred twenty-three Instagram stories from the party she was...
The goldfish pond behind the school bleachers was my sanctuary. I'd skip baseball practice to sit there, watching Orange Soda—that's what I named the biggest one—circle endlessly i...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, watching as Tyler—the cutest sophomore in existence—laughed with his fri...
Maya felt like a zombie working the Friday night shift at 7-Eleven. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as she restocked the energy drink aisle for the third time, her phone blo...