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I'd mastered the art of being invisible. Cafeteria table by the recycling bins? Check. Hoodie up, headphones on? Double check. Total spy mode activated. Then my mom signed me up f...
The pool lights flickered off, leaving only moonlight rippling across the water. Maya floated on her back, heart still racing from the party noise downstairs. Above the fence, a si...
Maya's orange hair was supposed to be auburn. The box lied, and now she looked like a traffic cone. She pulled her hood up, scanning the cafeteria like it was a minefield of judgme...
Maya pressed her forehead against the cold window of the 38 bus, watching the rain blur the city lights into streaks of neon. In her lap sat a jumbled mess of HDMI cables she'd swo...
Maya's palms were sweating. Actual, embarrassing pools of nervous sweat that she kept wiping on her ripped black jeans like a total weirdo. Across the basement, Jordan was laughing...
Everyone called me Fox because I could slip away from any conversation, dodge any question, and somehow vanish before things got real. But tonight, standing by the lake at Jessica'...
Maya's first real party. Her first real chance to prove she wasn't just the quiet girl who sat in the back of pre-calc, forever invisible in a sea of varsity jackets and Tiktok ref...
Chloe stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging her nose, watching the popular girls perform their synchronized swimming routine. They moved like some kind of aquatic pyrami...
The cable guy was still drilling holes in the wall when Maya's phone buzzed. *Pool party @ Jake's. 2pm. BE THERE.* Maya froze. She'd spent the entire summer hiding in her room, he...
Jaylen's palms were already sweating when Kai's text lit up his screen: pool party @ 2. don't be a bear about it 🐻 Great. Jaylen had successfully avoided being seen shirtless for ...
Maya survived freshman year by staying invisible. That was until the day her dog Rufus—a scruffy terrier mix who'd eat anything—decided to bolt during their morning walk, dragging ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time as she stood in front of Jake's house, the bass from whatever playlist was thumping ins...