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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...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, watching the backyard party unfold before her. The June heat pressed down on everything, i...
Maya felt like a total spy, lurking behind her AP History textbook while pretending to highlight notes about the Industrial Revolution. In reality, she was 100% focused on the back...
Pool parties at Chloe's house were legendary, which was exactly why I'd been dodging them for three years. "You coming this Saturday?" Maya asked, bouncing on her toes like she c...
The **goldfish** had survived three weeks of Maya's ownership, which was honestly longer than anyone expected. Its name was Toast, and it lived in a murky bowl on her nightstand, w...
The bear suit smelled like junior high desperation and aerosol body spray. I pulled the fuzzy brown head over my face, checking myself out in the locker room mirror. Senior year, a...
Maya pulled the snap-brim **hat** lower, checking her reflection in the locker mirror. Neon green curls peeked from underneath — a rebellion she'd spent three hours perfecting last...