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Maya's hair had always been her shield. A thick, dark curtain she could hide behind whenever the world felt too loud, too bright, too much. At fourteen, she'd spent years perfectin...
Marcus stared at Bubbles, his carnival-won goldfish, who stared back with what he swear was judgment. "You're literally the only one who gets me," he told the fish. Bubbles blew a...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically wring out a waterfall. The bathroom mirror reflected exactly what she felt: a goldfish in a bowl, mouth opening and closing,...
The party was basically a graveyard of social interaction. Every single person in Maya's living room was hunched over, faces illuminated by the ghostly blue glow of their screens. ...
My summer job at Quick-Mart was supposed to be chill. Stock shelves, flirt with Madison from the dairy aisle, save up for a car. Instead, I accidentally started a pyramid scheme. ...
My palms were sweating through my rubber gloves, which was honestly impressive considering I was currently wearing a thirty-pound **bear** costume in the middle of July. "You got ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The charging cable dangled uselessly from her pocket—5%, and her ride wasn't coming for another hour. "Hey...
Maya's iphone lit up the dark room at 2:47 AM. Another text from him. Her thumb hovered over the screen, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did when Jake's name popped...
Maya pulled the beanie lower, crushing the stubborn curl that refused to stay flat. The vintage shop **hat** had cost three weeks of babysitting money, but if it helped her blend i...
The padel court smelled like rubber and nervous sweat. Maya stood at the baseline, gripping the rented racquet like it might bite her. Somewhere behind her, Tyler laughed at someth...
The fedora sat on my desk like a challenge. Grandpa's hat, smelling of old books and cigarettes, rim bent exactly how he'd worn it through three decades of teaching history. Mom ca...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her Tupperware like a shield. Inside: three slices of papaya, courtesy of her mother who swore it would 'bring good energy' to Taylor'...