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Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset copper, not safety-cone **orange**. The box lied. Now she stood in front of her bathroom mirror at 6 AM on a Monday, looking like a traffic ac...
Maya's hands shook as she stood in front of the entire cafeteria. Her cat had decided to explore the neighbor's backyard that morning, making her late, and now she had to perform h...
The goldfish died on a Tuesday, which felt insultingly ordinary. Same day Mom put spinach in my smoothie because "you're running cross country this year, Mia, you need iron." I cho...
Tyler's baseball cap collected dust on his dresser all summer. Four years on the team, and he'd quit via text message like a total coward. His mom said he was having an identity cr...
Chloe's iPhone buzzed against her thigh for the third time in five minutes. She ignored it. Across the baseball diamond, Marcus—the guy she'd been low-key obsessed with since Septe...
Marcus stared into his bedroom mirror, running gel through his hair for the third time. The copper strands refused to cooperate, sticking up in exactly the wrong direction. His mom...
The pool at the Miller house had been our everything for three summers. But this June, standing on the diving board with my snapback pulled low, everything felt different. Maya was...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the corner, her orange neon sneakers flashing against the pavement. Running track was supposed to be her thing—the one place where being the new g...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She rubbed them on her denim shorts for the third time, watching Tyler laugh across the room. His hair fell in that perfect mes...
Maya's iPhone died at 2% right as Jake's text lit up her screen: *meet me behind the gym?* She frantically patted her backpack—no charging cable, of course. Because why would she h...
The social pyramid at Lakewood Country Club was clear as day: varsity athletes at the top, then the rich kids, then everyone else. Me? I was practically underground, hovering somew...
The pool party at Maya's house was supposed to be my social resurrection. Freshman year had been a masterclass in invisibility, but I was determined to change that before sophomore...