The Sweat Under My Hat
My snapback had become basically permanent since seventh grade—a faded navy thing that covered whatever my hair was doing that day and, more importantly, gave me a portable hiding ...
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My snapback had become basically permanent since seventh grade—a faded navy thing that covered whatever my hair was doing that day and, more importantly, gave me a portable hiding ...
The cafeteria's social pyramid loomed over me like a literal monument. Top tier: cheerleaders and TikTokers who'd definitely ghost you first chance they got. Middle: band kids, the...
Marcus's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed a fifteen-year-old boy with something green wedged stubbornly between his front teeth. Of course. The spinach from his "I'm gonna ...
The skate park was already buzzing when Maya rolled up, her board thrumming against the pavement. Friday night, and everyone was there—including him. Jordan was leaning against th...
Maya adjusted the brim of her dad's vintage fedora, hoping it made her look mysterious instead of desperate. The hat smelled like old cologne and questionable life choices, but it ...
Marcus stood before the mechanical bull at the county fair, his heart doing gymnastics. Chloe was watching—probably laughing at his outfit. He'd borrowed his sister's neon pink cow...
Leo's stomach did backflips as he adjusted his headset for the third time. His twitch stream was supposed to start in five minutes, and Maya—the girl from AP Bio who actually laugh...
Marcus stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his grip like it was trying to escape his sweaty palms. The whole team watching—well, the whole school, basically—since everyon...
The plastic bag sloshed against my thigh, containing a single goldfish won from some rigged carnival game. My prize for throwing three dollars into a bottomless pit. "You're not s...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table looking like an alien artifact. Bright orange flesh dotted with black seeds, glistening under fluorescent lights. "Dude, you've never had pap...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her towel like it was armor. Below, her classmates splashed and screamed—so comfortable, so effortless, while she felt about as gr...
Maya's parents owned Nature's Best—the cringiest vitamin shop in the entire mall. Which meant Maya spent every Saturday stocking shelves while watching her classmates live their be...