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The worst thing about eighth grade isn't the homework or the awkward locker combinations or even the way your voice cracks at the worst possible moments. It's the way your brain de...
Maya stared at the glowing cable box, its blue light the only illumination in her basement room. Another Friday night scrolling through endless feeds while her "friends" posted abo...
Lila pressed her back against the brick wall behind the 7-Eleven, heart hammering like she'd just run a marathon. In her hand: a pristine navel orange, stolen on a dare because her...
Maya stood outside Tyler's house wearing the fox dress she'd spent three weeks' allowance on. It wasn't literally fox-print—thank god—but the shade called "Vixen Orange" made her f...
Maya's phone buzzed under the cafeteria table. Another notification from the anonymous Instagram account that had been documenting every awkward moment of her sophomore year. She f...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat: "pool party @ Diego's, parents gone. bring snacks." Her stomach did that thing where it forgot how to be an organ and started acting like a...
The day my life became a complete disaster started with a hair dryer and ended with a goldfish funeral. I'd chopped my bangs two inches too short because I thought it'd give me mai...
The pool party was supposed to be low-key, but Maya's brain had other plans. She'd been crushing on Liam since seventh grade, and tonight felt like her chance to finally talk to hi...
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...