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Maya's first week at Northwood High wasn't going exactly to plan. Between getting lost on the way to AP Bio and accidentally calling her history teacher "Mr. Mom" because he looked...
The vitamin gummies lived in the kitchen cabinet, orange-chewy witnesses to my midnight escapes. Mom's latest obsession—"for focus," she'd said, though they mostly sat untouched wh...
The goldfish—let's call him Kevin—was supposed to be mine for like, twenty minutes. Just until my mom got home from her shift and I could dump him in the proper tank in the garage....
Maya's thumb hovered over Jordan's profile photo. Same girl, totally different person. Last year, Jordan rocked wild curly hair and laughed so hard at lunch she snorted chocolate m...
Maya walked through sophomore year like a zombie — present, technically, but her consciousness lived entirely through the glowing rectangle of her iPhone. Every hallway transit was...
Maya's brother called her a fox when she dyed her hair copper the week before freshman year. He meant it as a compliment — sleek, sharp, like she'd finally figured something out. B...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I cannonballed into the **pool**, surfacing to find Jake Miller laughing at my splash radius. Nice, he said, his wet hair plastered to his forehead. I...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip the **baseball** bat. Coach Miller was yelling something about follow-through and keeping my eye on the ball, but all I could thi...
The pool party was supposed to be chill. Key word: supposed. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her iPhone like it was her lifeline. Which, technically, it was—her entire social ex...
Maya's thrifted bucket hat was her armor. Her security blanket. Her "don't perceive me" force field, because transferring to Oakbrook Academy mid-semester of junior year was basica...
Maya pulled her beanie down low, creating a portable cave where she could disappear. The hat had become her security blanket since seventh grade, a shield against the crushing soci...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, finger-combing her frizzy hair for the tenth time tonight. The curling iron had failed her, leaving her with a half-hearted wave that...