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The coaxial cable lay severed on my bedroom floor, a casualty of my frantic attempt to reroute it behind my desk. Perfect. Now I'd miss the group chat coordinating Jake's pool part...
Maya's life was measured in likes. Her iPhone was practically glued to her hand, her thumb scrolling through feeds of people living seemingly perfect lives. At sixteen, she'd maste...
Maya yanked her dad's old fishing hat down over her ears, hoping the brim would shield her from the cafeteria's social pyramid. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like one giant ...
Marcus felt like a straight-up zombie. Three weeks of travel baseball camp would do that to you—5 AM practices, endless batting cages, and Coach Miller yelling about "locking in" w...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time during sixth period. Under her desk, hidden by her sweatshirt, the screen lit up with another screenshot of her private Instagram story. Some...
Maya clutched the orange in her pocket, her thumb tracing its waxy skin like a worry stone. Outside Kyle's house, bass thudded through the walls—another party she'd barely been inv...
Maya stared at her reflection, the neon pink bucket **hat** covering half her face. Perfect. Exactly what she needed for Tyler's pool party—looking like a walking fruit explosion. ...
Maya stared at the mirror, the orange hair dye staining her gloves. This was it. No more invisible girl at the bottom of the social pyramid. Tomorrow was the school Padel Champions...
The pool party was everything Maya dreaded. Instagram-worthy people posting stories that would make anyone scrolling through at home feel like their life was basic. Maya stood by t...
My new blue **hair** was supposed to be a transformation. Instead, I'm crouched behind the bleachers, spying on Tyler like some desperate stalker instead of just talking to him lik...
The fluorescent lights of the school gym buzzed like a trapped fly. Elena adjusted her paddle, her palms sweating through her grip. Padel club had seemed like such a good idea when...
Maya's ponytail had been tight enough to give her a headache for three straight years. Seventh grade to sophomore year, the same sleek wrap that said I'm serious, I'm focused, I'm ...