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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. First day at Northwood High, and she'd already managed to trip over her own feet in front of what h...
Sam hated baseball. Hated the way the dirt tasted, hated the echo of the bat, hated how his dad's eyes followed his every move from the bleachers. But here he was, stuck in left fi...
Maya's hands shook as she sectioned off her purple-streaked hair. Tonight was Leo's party—her first party since transferring to Northwood High—and she needed to look perfect. Not b...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen at 11:47 PM, double-tapping photos of people she barely knew, feeling that familiar twist in her stomach. Everyone else's life looked l...
The cable guy came at the worst possible time — right when I was mid-text to Tyler about maybe hanging out after summer school. I mean, who installs internet at 2 PM on a Tuesday? ...
Maya's fingers trembled as she smoothed the orange dye through her hair, watching her reflection morph from invisible to radioactive. This was it. No more blending into the lockers...
Maya tugged at her hair again. It was this wild, mane of red-gold that her mom called "fox-colored" but that Maya just called a disaster. At Camp Silverwood, week two, and she'd al...
Maya stood pressed against the kitchen counter at Tyler's house, clutching her iPhone like it was a lifeline. The red hat she'd found at Goodwill—fuzzy, oversized, and definitely n...
Maya's Hawaiian shirt screamed tourist, even though she'd lived in California her whole life. The papaya-print fabric was Raven's idea—a joke that wasn't funny anymore. "You're li...
I felt like a zombie walking through sophomore year, honestly. Just going through the motions—AP Chem, lunch where I sat three seats away from the cool kids, cross country practice...
Maya's phone buzzed with another DM from the high school pyramid scheme—that toxic social hierarchy where varsity jocks sat at the apex and everyone else scrambled somewhere below....
The fourth of July party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my moment. I'd spent three hours curating my aesthetic - vintage band tee, perfectly distressed denim, hair that said "...