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Maya's blue hair was already frizzling from the chlorine, and she'd only been at Tyler's pool party for twenty minutes. The humidity was doing absolutely nothing for her fresh dye ...
Maya's phone had died at 11:47 PM — peak tragedy timing. She stood against the wall at Jordan's party, clutching her dead iPhone like it was an emotional support animal, watching e...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers trembling as they touched the disaster zone on top of her head. The Pinterest-perfect beach waves she'd spent two hours creating with her cur...
The carnival lights blurred into streaks of neon pink and electric blue as Maya stumbled away from the group, her iPhone clutched in one hand, the other nervously twisting a strand...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the fiftieth time that hour. Another notification from the group chat. "Y'all, this Viral Vibe challenge is legit," Tasha typed. "My cousin's friend made ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water-ski across them. Standing at the edge of Jake's backyard party, watching everyone take turns on the stupid mechanical...
I'm pretty sure my social status is "that quiet kid who sits in the back." Not invisible, exactly, but definitely not on anyone's radar unless they need homework answers or want so...
Maya stood by the chain-link fence, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The Hernandez twins' annual blowout was already in full swing—music thumping from Bluetooth speakers, the u...
Marcus stood in the batter's box, knees bent, wearing the fluorescent orange shirt his mom swore would help him stand out at tryouts. If by stand out she meant look like a human tr...
The lightning flashed across Maya's phone screen, illuminating the group chat in her dark bedroom. Her supposed best friend Sarah was online—posting stories, liking posts—totally g...
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...