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Maya's palms were sweating through her grip on the padel racket, which was honestly embarrassing considering she was just standing there watching Lucas warm up. The new kid had tra...
The fluorescent lights of the community center hummed above me as I choked down another chalky **vitamin** C tablet. Dad swore these would boost my immune system, but honestly, the...
Maya's older brother Connor left his lucky fedora on the kitchen counter before college orientation. That hat was legendary — the same beaver-felt monstrosity he'd worn through thr...
The **swimming** pool smelled like childhood summers and questionable life choices. Maya stood behind the concession stand, her chlorine-stiffened **hair** tucked under a visor tha...
The HDMI cable lay coiled like a snake on my bedroom floor, taunting me. Tonight was Maya's party—everyone going, the whole squad posting stories—and here I was, fifteen years old,...
The hat was everything. It hid the unfortunate cowlick I'd been battling since seventh grade, and more importantly, it hid me. At Carter's pool party, I was ready to be invisible. ...
Maya was basically a ghost at Lincoln High—until she found the fox. It wasn't even a real fox. It was a sticker slapped on the back of the bathroom stall, this neon-orange creatur...
The running joke at Northwood High was that I'd somehow become class president. Me, the guy whose voice cracked mid-presentation freshman year, still hearing the echoes of people t...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it. Again. The kitchen was packed with juniors from Northwood High, everyone laughing a little too loud, drinks in hand. Maya s...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers trembling through her newly-dyed orange hair. The bathroom fluorescent lights buzzed like an angry hornet, illuminating exactly how much she'...
The produce section at Food-4-Less became my sanctuary after Marco and I had that fight behind the gym. Three weeks of avoiding each other's eyes in the hallway, three weeks of our...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger hovering over her iPhone camera. The cascading dark waves that had defined her since middle school suddenly felt like someone else's hair. Not...