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The invitation said pool party, but Maya's brain read social execution. Standing at the edge of Jake's backyard, clutching her towel like a lifeline, she already regretted saying y...
My hair used to be pretty. Like, Instagram-filter pretty. Now it's basically green straw, thanks to three hours of **swimming** practice every single day. Coach Martinez says swimm...
Maya's phone buzzed on the bathroom counter. Group chat blowing up again. "u coming to jake's party tho??" - Lexi Maya stared at her reflection. The cross-country meet was tomorr...
Leo dragged his feet through the hallway, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Baseball practice had gone into overtime — Coach Martinez was obsessed with perfecting their double pla...
Marcus dragged himself to the baseball dugout feeling like a straight-up **zombie**. Three hours of practice followed by two hours of history homework would do that to you. His lif...
My goldfish, Bubbles, was the only one who knew my secret. Every day after school, I'd perch on my windowsill, hidden behind the cable TV wire that ran from my house to the teleph...
The plastic bag floated in my backpack like a guilty secret. Inside, a single orange **goldfish** stared back with what I swear was judgment. Sophia's pool party raged in the backy...
My hair was supposed to be golden blonde. Instead, it looked like a highlighter exploded on my head. Neon yellow. Radioactive. "It's... bold," Chloe said, wincing. My best friend ...
Maya's cousin Luis was bragging again at the pool party, going on about how he'd totally nailed his SAT prep and was basically a genius now. Meanwhile, Maya was clutching her red S...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in her frizzy **hair**. Three weeks into sophomore year, and she still felt like a background character in everyone else's movie. Whi...
I'd been wearing the same backward baseball hat since seventh grade. It was practically glued to my head—a shield, a statement, part of the whole baseball-player-in-residence vibe ...
Maya stared at the **orange** hoodie draped over her desk chair for twenty minutes, debating whether it screamed 'I'm trying too hard' or 'effortlessly cool.' Her mom yelled from d...