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Maya's hands shook as she adjusted her dad's old fedora **hat**. The junior high talent show audience murmur swelled like a living thing, and somewhere in the cafeteria, the AV **c...
I'm the master of low-key observation. Not creepy - strategic. You learn things when you're invisible, like how Maya's been sneaking off behind the gym after third period every day...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers trembling as they touched the blue-dyed strands cascading past her shoulders. Her mom was going to flip when she saw the bathroom sink staine...
Maya's iphone buzzed against her thigh—the group chat was exploding. Ryan was actually coming. THE Ryan Chen, who'd smiled at her in bio yesterday, was coming to Sarah's dinner par...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her bare toes curling against the warm concrete. The summer heat wrapped around her like an unwanted hug from that one aunt who always asked too...
The pool deck smelled like December and chlorine and pure misery. Jordan adjusted their goggles for the third time, trying to look like they knew what they were doing, even though ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping onto her phone screen, making the snap from Kai look like it was under water. 'u coming 2 jax's party or nah?' She stared at h...
Marcus stood in front of his mirror, yanking his favorite beanie down for the third time. The **hat** was his safety net—without it, his always-messy curls made him feel exposed. L...
Maya's first shift at Tropical Smoothie was already spiraling into chaos. The blender screamed like a dying banshee as she frantically typed on her iPhone, sneaking glances at the ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, the water glittering like someone had dumped actual diamonds in it. Her cousin's graduation party was packed ...
The **pool** water reflected fractured versions of everyone I knew—Jenna's perfect cascade of mermaid-worthy hair, Tyler's abs that definitely didn't come from gym class, and somew...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The baseball cap she'd worn every day since seventh graduation was suddenly feeling like a mask instead of armor. Today was the day—no more hidi...