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Jordan's stomach did cartwheels as Principal Miller announced his name over the crackling auditorium speakers. Student Council president. Sophomore year. This was supposed to be hi...
The carnival goldfish—now ironically named Lightning after the neon orange streaks dyed in my hair—swam in circles in its bowl on my nightstand. My phone buzzed. Caleb. "u still c...
Maya's orange beanie was basically her shield. Like, she'd been lowkey obsessed with it since seventh grade—partially because the vibrant color matched her hair (thank you, DIY dye...
The problem wasn't that I couldn't swim. The problem was that I swam like a drowning squirrel. Still, when Jordan announced she was hosting a pool party to end all pool parties, I ...
I hyperventilated in Tyler's bathroom, clutching a plastic bag like my life depended on it. Inside swam Goldfish—I'd named him that because I'm creative like that—a prize from the ...
The swimming pool at Tyler's house shimmered like something from a music video, but Maya stood frozen at the edge, clutching her towel like armor. Her hair—freshly cut in what the ...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social hierarchy like it was some ancient Egyptian pyramid she'd accidentally stumbled into. Seniors at the top, sophomores and juniors in the middle...
Maya's mom had literally forced the vitamin D gummy into her hand that morning, claiming Maya's complexion looked "unhealthy." Whatever that meant. Maya shoved it into her pocket n...
Maya stood outside Jordan's house, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Her palms were sweating, and she was seriously considering texting that she'd come down with a sudden case o...
Maya's hair was already frizzing at the temples, and she'd only been at Tyler's pool party for twelve minutes. Perfect. Just perfect. She hovered near the snack table, clutching a...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid from her usual spot at the edge table. At the apex sat the popular kids—laughing, confident, effortless. Middle tiers housed the athle...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the wet concrete. The water shimmered with that perfect blue filter everyone used on their posts. Meanwhile, she was serious...