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Maya's vintage bucket hat wasn't just an accessory—it was her entire personality. The beige corduroy monstrosity had belonged to her grandmother, and somehow, wearing it made her f...
Maya's hair wasn't supposed to be orange. It was supposed to be a sunset pink, but the box lied, and now she walked into freshman year looking like a traffic cone. Great. The wors...
Maya's life was officially a mess. Homecoming week, and she'd somehow gotten roped into being the school mascot—the Golden Bull. The costume smelled like middle school locker room,...
I'd spent fifteen years perfecting the art of staying dry at pool parties. Until now. "Yo Marcus, you coming in or what?" Jordan called from the deep end, splashing water everywhe...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in frizzy hair that refused to cooperate. Tonight was Jordan's party—her first real party since transferring to Northwood High—and e...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching a plastic bag containing Bubbles, her little sister's goldfish. The popular kids were having their annual end-of-summer party, and som...
Marcus checked his iPhone for the third time in five minutes. Still no notifications. Summer was halfway over and his feed was basically a ghost town of other people's lives—beach ...
The baseball sat motionless on the grass, mocking me with its pristine white leather and perfect red stitches. Coach Miller's voice echoed across the field—'You gotta want it, Rami...
My goldfish was the only one who understood me. Seriously. We'd moved to this snobby suburb three months ago, and I was still the weird new kid who sat with the theater crowd but d...
Jordan adjusted the bucket **hat** for the third time, pulling the brim low. It wasn't working. The confidence boost they'd hoped for? nonexistent. The backyard of Sarah's house wa...
My beat-up baseball cap sat three inches lower than usual, a tactical decision. If anyone saw my eyes darting around the Hernandez's pool party like a trapped squirrel, my social l...
The pool party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, her freshly-dyed orange hair making her feel like a walking traffic cone. She'd done it on impulse—something about shedd...