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Leo's baseball cap sat three sizes too big, sliding over his eyes every time he wound up for a pitch. The varsity team called him 'Rookie' like it was a slur, their laughter bounci...
Maya's iphone screen blazed with notifications. Three unread messages from Jake: *where r u* *coach waiting* *??? She shoved the phone deep into her padel bag and sprinted toward ...
Freshman year felt like climbing an impossible social pyramid, where popularity seemed determined by unspoken rules I couldn't quite grasp. My mom's insistence on making me take th...
I hid behind the cafeteria's recycling bins, my dad's old baseball cap pulled low over my definitely-not-curly-enough hair. The brim kept sliding up because my hair was basically r...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against her thigh, the screen illuminating her bedroom with that familiar blue glow. 2:47 AM. Another message from "OceanEye92" — the mysterious username from ...
My hair was basic brown until the day I bought that radioactive orange dye on impulse. Sophomore year, and I was done feeling invisible. My mom practically lost it when she saw me,...
Maya's phone buzzed at 2 AM, the screen illuminating her dark room like a burst of lightning. Another Instagram notification. Someone had posted a photo of her kissing Tyler—except...
The palm tree outside freshman homeroom swayed like it couldn't care less about my existential crisis. Three weeks into Palm Valley High, and I was still the new kid who accidental...
The first party of freshman year. Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood outside the gate, the bass from some rap song she didn't know thumping against her chest. She'd spent fo...
Maya's hair was basically an orange accident—she'd attempted sun-kissed highlights and ended up looking like a traffic cone. Her best friend Ty had laughed for five minutes straigh...
The parties in movies made it look effortless. People just flowed together like water, laughing and touching and belonging. But here I was, seventeen years old, pulling my beanie *...
Maya stood in front of her locker, clutching the neon yellow Vitamin Water her mom had somehow convinced her was actually healthy. It was Wednesday, which meant the cafeteria would...