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Leo's mom shoved the bottle of vitamin gummies into his backpack like it was contraband. "You're growing, mijo. Your brain needs this stuff." He stuffed it deeper, praying nobody a...
Maya stared at her reflection, the box of neon blue hair dye mocking her from the bathroom counter. Three months into freshman year, and she was still the same invisible girl who s...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, scissors hovering over her waist-length hair. Three inches. That's all she'd cut. Just enough to look different for the baseball game...
Maya's life was basically a high school pyramid scheme — popularity at the top, invisible kids like her at the bottom, and absolutely no way to climb up without selling your soul. ...
The summer storm raged outside Maya's bedroom window, but inside, her iphone was her whole world. She'd been messaging Ryan for three hours straight — the new guy from camp who'd s...
Maya pressed her back against the supermarket aisle, her orange converse squeaking against the linoleum. She wasn't technically stalking him, but she'd been strategically positione...
The goldfish had lasted three weeks before Tyler flushed it. Three weeks of its tiny orange body swimming in endless circles while I sat on his beanbag chair, pretending like every...
Maya's frizzy hair defied the humidity of the summer night, each curl declaring war against the gel she'd practically shellacked it with earlier. She'd spent forty-five minutes try...
Maya's hair had been perfect for three weeks. Freshly cut, sleek, everything in place—until the incident. Now she was sprinting down the street, dodging confused pedestrians, her p...
Maya's iPhone buzzed with another notification. She pressed the lock button again—third time in five minutes. Her best friend Chloe was running late, leaving Maya alone at Tyler's ...
The cafeteria was a battlefield. Marcus moved like a zombie, barely conscious, shuffling past the lunch ladies who ladled mystery meat onto trays with surgical precision. Three hou...
Marcus wasn't supposed to be my best friend anymore—that's what the group chat said. Junior year had somehow rewritten the social rules, and suddenly the kid I'd grown up with was ...