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The goldfish bowl sat on Maya's desk, a single orange fish swimming in endless circles. It had been three days since she accidentally won it at the spring carnival, and she was pre...
My hair was a disaster, obviously. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to look like I hadn't tried at all, which is basically its own art form. The beanie I'd strategically placed ...
Maya's sophomore year survival strategy was simple: become invisible. But when Leo—that senior with the messy dark hair and worn Converse—invited her to his party after the basebal...
Maya's first week as a lifeguard at the rec center pool wasn't exactly the glamorous summer gig she'd pictured her freshman year. Mostly it was chlorinated silence and the occasion...
Marcus stared at the cafeteria's social hierarchy like it was some ancient Egyptian pyramid he'd been studying in history class. Seniors at the top, juniors below them, sophomores ...
I'd been running from who I was for sixteen years, but sophomore year was when I finally stopped. The orange beanie was my sister's—she'd left it when she moved out, along with al...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually dripping onto the cafeteria table. Which was gross, but also completely justified considering Tyler, the bull-headed captain of the lacr...
The air in Maya's room felt stale, heavy with the weight of everything she couldn't say to anyone. Her phone screen glowed with another group chat notification — her friends making...
Leo pulled the beanie down tighter, knowing it looked ridiculous in July heat. But it covered the disastrous haircut he'd given himself after watching a TikTok tutorial at 2 AM. "...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Jessica's annual pool party. The event of the season, where social hierarchies were established faster than you co...
Leo stood at the bottom of the sophomore bleachers, clutching his phone like it might somehow teleport him away from this absolute disaster-in-the-making. The Miller High social hi...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her nightstand at 11:47 PM, the blue light illuminating her dark room like a tiny, demanding sun. Another notification. Another like on a post she'd sp...