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My hair was supposed to be my statement. Electric blue, buzzed on the sides, floppy on top — a total rebrand for sophomore year. I was done being invisible Maya, the girl who sat i...
Maya's iPhone vibrated in her hand, a constant hum of social anxiety. It was her first real high school party, and she'd already spent twenty minutes in the bathroom psyching herse...
Maya's palms were sweating by the time she reached the pool gate, which was ridiculous because she was literally about to get wet anyway. The Jamesons' annual end-of-summer bash wa...
Leo's fedora was his armor. Sixth period had been his usual exercise in invisibility, and the hat helped him stay unnoticed as he slipped out the side door of Mesa Verde High. Summ...
The summer air smelled like chlorine and coconut sunscreen, the kind that promised forever but barely lasted till September. I stood at the edge of the pool, clutching my towel lik...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, breath held, watching him. She felt like total stalker material, but whatever—she needed to know. Leo stood at his usual table, but somet...
Alex stood on the mound, sweat making their new undercut stick to their forehead. The buzz cut on the sides felt electric — like they'd finally peeled off a mask they'd been wearin...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The summer party was in full swing—music bumping, laughter rippling across the water, and bodies everywher...
Maya's airpods were dead, so she could hear everything everyone was saying about her as she walked toward the padel courts. The fancy club smelled like expensive sunscreen and priv...
The first time Marcus saw the cat, he was zoned out in the lifeguard chair at the Pine Valley Pool, brain thoroughly fried from three weeks of babysitting middle schoolers who coul...
Maya's mom dropped the orange bottle on the kitchen counter every morning like it was a life-saving medication. 'Your vitamin,' she'd say, already late for her nursing shift. 'Can'...
My favorite **hat** sat pulled low over my eyes, basically a security blanket with a brim. The backwards cap said more about me than I ever could out loud—low-key trying too hard t...