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The orange hair had seemed like such a good idea at midnight. Now, standing in the cafeteria with cafeteria nachos that matched my hair, I felt like a traffic cone someone had acc...
The pool shimmered like liquid blue topaz, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips off the high dive. She stood at the edge of Jessica's backyard bash, clutching her so...
I felt like a literal zombie walking into homeroom. Third consecutive all-nighter in a row, thanks to AP Euro and my mom's obsession with me getting into Stanford. My eyes were bas...
Maya had spent her entire sophomore year perfecting the art of being invisible. Hoodie up, headphones on, eyes down—the holy trinity of don't-notice-me. But when Principal Garcia a...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed in the darkness of her bedroom at 2 AM. She'd been staring at Jake's profile for twenty minutes—his baseball uniform pic from last season, the one where...
My first real job turned out to be the greenest thing I'd ever experienced—literally. Working at GreenRoutine Smoothies after school meant I smelled like a salad bar 24/7, but at l...
Maya felt like a total spy at Northwood High—hovering at the edges of the cafeteria, cataloging who sat with who, who laughed too loud, who was trying too hard. Being the new girl ...
The chlorine stung Marcus's eyes as he clung to the pool's edge, watching Jessica cannonball into the deep end with zero hesitation. That was Jess—living life at full volume while ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jean shorts —ugh, why did she even come to Tyler's pool party? The bass from the speakers thumped against her chest, and ev...
My hair was doing that thing again — that tragic, hopeless thing where it stuck up in three different directions no matter how much water I slapped on it. Mom swore the new vitamin...
The orange beanie sat pulled low over my ears, my personal invisibility cloak. Freshman year at Northwood High had been three months of me trying to disappear into lockers and clas...
The baseball cap was pulled low—almost dangerously low—over Maya's eyes as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Tyler's annual summer bash. T...