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Working for my uncle's cable company over summer break was supposed to be easy money. Install routers, collect checks, repeat. But when I accidentally discovered I could see custom...
Maya's reflection showed a disaster zone. Her hair, freshly dyed an ambitious fox-orange, now poufed around her head like a frightened creature. The box promised "sunset copper." T...
The papaya-spinach smoothie explosion across my apron was exactly the kind of energy I didn't need when Tyler walked into Juice & Java. "Rough shift, Maya?" He asked, all perfect ...
Maya dragged herself through seventh period, operating on approximately zero hours of sleep and what felt like a permanent brain fog. Her phone had died at 2 AM while doom-scrollin...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare: JESS'S POOL PARTY!!! ♨️ NO GEEKS ALLOWED (jk... unless) I stared at my reflection. Three months ago, I would've deleted it. Now...
The first Friday of junior year, Maya found herself at the edge of Fox Creek, where the cool kids supposedly partied. Her hair was frizzy from humidity, and she was regretting ever...
The orange coaxial cable lay across my floor like a dead snake, and I was seriously considering tripping over it just to get out of third period. But that would require moving, and...
Maya's vintage cowboy hat was her armor. She'd bought it at a thrift store last summer, back when she thought adopting a whole new aesthetic would magically transform her from invi...
The August heat waves practically radiated off the asphalt, turning everything wavy and surreal, like I was viewing the world through an old Instagram filter. I sat cross-legged on...
The invitation sat on my desk like a challenge: MEGHAN'S POOL PARTY — Saturday 2-5. Bring a swimsuit. No +1s. I hadn't gone swimming since, well, since the Incident last summer wh...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she might actually slip right out of Skylar's basement. Which would be fine, honestly, because this party was giving major cringe energy. Someone...
The community pool at midnight had this specific smell — chlorine mixed with teenage rebellion. Maya adjusted her goggles, her heart doing that weird flutter thing it always did be...