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Marcus's beat-up Nike hat sat backwards on his head, his personal force field against the world. Junior year at Creekwood High was supposed to be his glow-up era, but instead he wa...
The first day of junior year, I wore my dad's oversized cowboy hat to school. Stupid, I know, but it was my emotional support hat—hiding behind the brim felt safer than letting any...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping wet, the kind of nervous that makes you wonder if everyone else can see your hands shaking from across the room. "You good?" Sa...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My hair, usually a boring mouse-brown that basically screamed 'I apologize for existing,' was now violently, aggressively orange. Not a soft ...
The community pool was my kingdom, even if my crown was a faded red whistle and zinc-covered nose. I ruled from the lifeguard stand, watching preteens execute catastrophic cannonba...
The Fanta can sat sweating on the pool edge, bright orange against the cracked concrete. I adjusted my sunglasses for the third time in thirty seconds — low-key freaking out becaus...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip the racquet. Welcome to summer padel camp, where I was about to humiliate myself in front of everyone. "You good, Maya?" Jordan a...
Maya's hat was basically her emotional support animal at this point. A black beanie pulled low over her eyes, it said "don't talk to me" without her having to say anything at all. ...
The polyester bear suit smelled like eighth-grade gym class and desperation. Five minutes ago, I'd been high-fiving toddlers at Timmy's birthday party. Now, I was sprinting toward ...
The baseball cap pulled low over my eyes was basically my only defense against the world. Fresh from the worst haircut in history—thanks, Great Clips coupon—I was surviving Jordan'...
TheinvitationtoChloë'spoolpartysatonmyphoneforthreehoursbeforeIfinallyrsvp'dyes.I'dbeenspyingonherInstagramforweeks,watchingherpostswiththepopulargroup—lacrosseteam,perfecthair,alw...
Maya's iphone buzzed against her thigh, right as she was about to do something that would either be legendary or a total disaster. She pulled it out—three notifications from Leo, a...