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Maya's hair had a mind of its own. On the day of the biggest baseball tryouts of freshman year, it erupted into a frizzy halo that screamed 'I don't belong here.' She yanked a Gian...
The **water** in the Hendersons' pool looked like liquid diamonds—or maybe that was just my dehydration talking. I was hiding behind a half-defeated floatie shaped like a flamingo,...
The invitation sat on my desk for three days before I worked up the nerve to RSVP. Jason's pool party. The Jason. The one whose smile made my stomach do actual backflips in algebra...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her apron—third time in five minutes—and stared at the offending fruit. The papaya sat there like a swollen orange alien, judgi...
The coaxial cable dangling from the telephone pole looked like a dead snake, and honestly? Same. I'd been begging my parents for months to upgrade our internet situation, but appar...
Marcus's hat was basically his entire personality. A beat-up black beanie that hadn't seen a washing machine since seventh grade, pulled low over his forehead whenever things got t...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** down to her eyebrows, effectively becoming a sentient blob of navy blue fabric. First day at Northwood High, and she'd already decided: invisibility ...
I felt like a **zombie** walking into first period, running on three hours of sleep and existential dread. Junior year was absolutely cooked. My **iPhone** buzzed in my pocket — p...
Maya pulled her bucket **hat** down lower, trying to disappear into the brim. The **pool** party was supposed to be the social event of freshman year, but she felt about as comfort...
Maya's first house party wasn't exactly going according to plan. She'd spent forty-five minutes picking an outfit that said "effortlessly cool" instead of "trying too hard," only t...
The backyard smelled like chlorine and teenage desperation. I pulled my baseball hat lower, hiding the haircut I'd messed up last night—YouTube tutorials failed me again. "Yo, Mar...
Maya's palm was literally sweating through her grip on the rental padel racket. This was fine. Everything was fine. Except that she'd never played padel in her entire life, and som...