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Maya stared at her reflection, trying to tame her frizzy hair into something socially acceptable. Jordan's pool party started in twenty minutes, and she'd barely survived the group...
The iphone was dying. 4%. That familiar panic clawed at my chest as I sat on Maya's basement sofa, surrounded by people I was supposed to be bonding with at this "diversity mixer" ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had specific rules, and Maya had spent three years perfecting the art of invisibility somewhere near the foundation. Not the bottom — she had h...
My golden retriever Buster stared at me with those big judgment eyes as I paced my room, phone in hand. The group chat was blowing up. "Dude, are you in?" Marcus texted. "My cousi...
Maya hated running. Absolutely despised it. But when her older brother Jay challenged her to train for the freshman cross-country team, she couldn't say no. Not when he looked at h...
Maya's seventh period was the worst — PE. And today was the swimming unit. She'd been avoiding it for two weeks, claiming 'female problems' even though her period ended days ago. ...
Another Friday night at the food court, and I was fully zombie mode. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead like angry hornets while I slumped against the counter, my brain absolut...
The party was already low-key dead when Jace pulled me toward the basement stairs. Freshman year was halfway done and I was still basically invisible, which was fine mostly, except...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy mess that used to be her signature curls. Three days before sophomore spring formal, and her hair had officially decla...
My cat chewed through my HDMI cord twenty minutes before Jordan was supposed to come over. That's Cable for you—a chaotic ball of orange fur who lives up to his name by destroying ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, toe dangling over the concrete like he was testing dangerous waters. Which, honestly, he kinda was. The annual end-of-summer rager at Jessica ...
Maya smoothed her vintage tee—thrifted, obviously—and gripped her lunch tray like it was a lifeline. The cafeteria stretched before her, a minefield of social hierarchies she still...