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The summer before freshman year, I spent every Friday night at Maya's house while our parents drank wine and complained about property taxes. We'd sit on her back porch, surrounded...
Maya's fingers trembled as she adjusted the orange fox ear headband. It was ridiculous, obviously — a bright faux-foor monstrosity from the costume aisle at Spirit Halloween. But t...
The pool party was everything Maya dreaded: senior year royalty, too much chlorine, and her social anxiety dialed up to eleven. She'd spent all week zombie-walking through finals, ...
The chlorine smell hit Maya before she even saw the water. Great. Another Friday night at Jessica's pool party, exactly where she didn't want to be. She clutched her iPhone like a...
Maya stared at her phone screen, the 'typing...' bubble taunting her. Jordan hadn't replied for three hours. Three hours since Maya had accidentally posted the screenshot of their ...
My hair had other plans tonight. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, trying to look like I belonged at Jessica's pool party, but the humidity immediately declared w...
Maya's hair had been blue for exactly three days when her mom signed her up for summer baseball camp. Typical. Just when she'd finally found a shade that matched herTumblr aestheti...
My hair was already plotting against me by the time we pulled up to Jason's lake house. Mom had spent forty minutes flat-ironing it that morning, but the humidity clearly had other...
I was running, my sneakers hitting the pavement in a rhythm that matched my overthinking brain. Cross-country practice had ended an hour ago, but I couldn't stop. Not when my mind ...
Maya tugged the brim of her dad's old baseball cap lower, practically disappearing inside it. At sixteen, she'd mastered the art of being invisible at pool parties—which was exactl...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a kiddie pool. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at the basement door like it led to a dra...
The pool shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach was doing nervous backflips. She clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, scrolling through non-existent ...