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Marcus adjusted the brim of his faded Brooklyn Nets hat—backward, obviously—like a security blanket against the pristine country club atmosphere. The hat had seen him through eight...
The baseball cap sat three sizes too big on my head, the brim covering my eyes like a veil. I'd grabbed it from the lost-and-found at school that morning, desperate for anything to...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, hair gel sticking her fingers together. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect that messy-but-intentional look that everyon...
Maya's heart hammered against her ribs like it was trying to escape her chest as she stood at the edge of Jessica's pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The end-of-summer par...
The sophomore bonfire party at the Reynolds' house was supposed to be the night Maya finally stopped being invisible. Instead, she stood by the **pool** clutching a red plastic cup...
Maya shouldn't have agreed to the dare. Now she was trapped at Emma's house party wearing her little brother's ridiculous bear-eared beanie, sweat making her palms slick as she clu...
The backyard shimmered withPOOL REFLECTIONS as Jake stood frozen by the snack table, clutching a red plastic cup like it was a lifeline. Across the yard, Maya laughed with her frie...
Marcus stood at the edge of Jen's pool, clutching his towel like a lifeline. His mom had bought the trunks — bright, neon-orange monstrosities that screamed "I'm trying too hard." ...
Maya's been staring at the **water** for twenty minutes like it holds the answers to her algebra final. It doesn't. The pool's doing that thing where it looks extra blue and inviti...
Zoey crouched behind the bleachers, her knees cramping in the awkward squat position. Next to her, Maya adjusted her phone camera, eyes glued to the baseball field where Liam Ander...
My mom's vitamin collection sat on the kitchen counter like a chaotic rainbow of promises. "Take the D3 one," she'd shout before school, like it was some kind of academic performan...
Maya's palms were literally dripping. Not like, cute glisten—full-on waterfall situation. She wiped them on her denim shorts (third time in two minutes, not that anyone was countin...