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The summer before sophomore year, everyone expected me to be the swimming prodigy like my older sister. Coach Miller had already dubbed me "Little Bear" because I'd supposedly been...
Maya tugged the brim of her dad's old fedora down lower. It was her armor — a ridiculous, oversized hat that said "don't talk to me, I'm eccentric" without her having to actually s...
The goldfish bowl sat on my nightstand, its solitary inhabitant staring at me with what I swore was judgment. Dad called him Fin. I called him a mirror. Three seconds of memory, my...
The party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, fashionably late and regretting everything. Her best friend Sarah had dragged her here, promising it would be "lowkey vibes" ...
Maya pressed her phone against her locker door like a shield, refreshing Instagram for the third time in two minutes. Her thumb hovered over the notification—a DM from Jason. The J...
The fluorescent lights of Northwood High buzzed like an electrical headache, and I felt like a straight-up zombie. Third period AP Chem, Mr. Henderson was droning on about molecula...
Maya's first day at Northwood High and she'd already managed to turn the **padel** court into her personal stage of humiliation. PE class, of course. Because the universe had a sic...
Maya's cat, Mr. Whiskers, had just knocked her brand-new iPhone off the bed for the third time this week. The screen cracked, spiderwebbing like actual lightning had struck it, whi...
Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at the invite on her phone. Jake's pool party. The Jake. The one whose hair flopped perfectly across his forehead and made her ...
The heat hit me like a physical wall as I stepped through the sliding glass door. Tiffany's backyard was already packed—half the sophomore class seemed to be squeezed around the **...
Maya felt like a total zombie as she stood against the wall at Jake's party. She'd spent three hours flat-ironing her hair, and now it was already frizzing up in the humidity. Clas...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. Standing at the edge of Jackson's backyard party, watching everyone else float effortlessly through con...