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The humidity in Honolulu hit different — thick enough to chew. I was seventeen, supposedly here to 'find myself' according to my mom, but mostly I was just sweating through my fift...
Chloe's vintage bucket hat sat crooked on her head — her armor against the world, or at least against the awkwardness of Miller's annual end-of-school pool party. The hat was thrif...
The pool water looked like liquid sapphire in the afternoon light, but Maya's stomach was doing that thing it always did when Jason was within a fifty-foot radius. The thing that f...
The cable-knit sweater was suffocating me. "You're wearing that? In Florida?" Marcus asked, eyebrows raising as he leaned against the gymnasium wall. I tugged at the navy wool my...
The lake house party was supposed to be Maya's social resurrection. Instead, she stood ankle-deep in murky water, holding onto some stranger's Golden Retriever while her crush Cart...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Taylor's annual pool party — the social event of the summer for Northwood High's incoming sophomores. I'd been wai...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had exactly seven tiers, and I was currently scraping the bottom somewhere near the kids who brought clarinets to lunch. My friend Jenna, howev...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers frantically trying to tame her hair which had somehow turned into a bird's nest overnight. Great. Just great. Today of all days — the day she...
Maya's first week as a freshman at Northwood High was exactly as terrifying as everyone warned it would be. The seniors looked like they'd already graduated college, and the freshm...
Maya's iPhone lit up her face at 2 AM, the only illumination in her room besides the glow of her laptop. #zombiemode, she thought, scrolling through Instagram for the third time th...
The cafeteria noise hit me like a physical wave. I'd been operating on pure zombie mode since finals week began—three hours of sleep, energy drinks for breakfast, and my brain feel...
The blue light from my iPhone seared my retinas at 2 AM, bleaching out everything real in my bedroom. My feed was a highlight reel of everyone living their best life—except me. Ma...