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The county fair spun around me in a blur of neon lights and fried food smells. I clutched my prize goldfish bag so hard my palms sweat, the tiny orange fish swimming nervously insi...
The first day of sophomore year, I decided: Marcus was done being invisible. So I bought a fedora. "Dude," said Leo, my best friend since forever, "you look like a newsie from 192...
The shimmering **water** of Camp Wawanakwa's lake had been my domain all summer. As the snack shack girl, I spent eight hours a day watching everyone live their best lives while I ...
My hair hit the bathroom floor in chunks, landing on the bath mat like rejected thoughts. Mom's clippers buzzed in my hand, vibrating up my wrist. I'd wanted to shave my head for m...
The **sphinx** scratch across the face of my racquet wasn't actually from a sphinx (obviously) — just my own dumb luck trying to serve yesterday. But something about it felt mythol...
Maya stared at the mirror, eyes wide with horror. Her hair—normally a cascade of perfect ringlets—had transformed overnight into something resembling a frizzy science experiment go...
Maya's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme she hadn't signed up for. The social hierarchy towered over her—jocks and cheerleaders at the top, then t...
The hat was ridiculous. A neon orange bucket hat that screamed 'I'm trying too hard.' But Maya needed it — needed something to shield her face from the merciless sun, and maybe, ju...
The pool party at Jessica's house was exactly where I didn't want to be. I stood by the edge, clutching my red solo cup like it was a lifeline, watching everyone else having the ti...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her favorite denim shorts as she stood by the **pool** edge, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. "You good...
Everyone called her Sphinx. Not because she was mysterious—though she was—but because she literally never spoke. At lunch, she sat at table four alone, headphones in, picking at he...
Maya's first day at Oak Creek Middle School started with her dog Bull—a chocolate lab with zero chill—deciding the TV remote was a chew toy. The cable was history, and so was Maya'...