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Maya's finger hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light casting shadows across her face in the dark bedroom. Another notification. Another riddle wrapped in a sphinx-like myst...
Maya's iphone buzzed on her nightstand at 2:47 AM. Another notification from Jordan — the third one tonight. They'd been best friends since seventh grade, practically attached at t...
Maya's orange high-top Converse crunch against the pool deck gravel as she arrives at Jessica's end-of-summer bash. The invitation said "pool party," but Maya's hijab and modest sw...
Maya's palms were sweating so much that her phone almost slipped out of her hand during third period lunch. Again. "You in or out?" whispered Jake, leaning against the cafeteria w...
Maya had three goals for summer: reinvent herself, finally talk to Tyler at the neighborhood pool party, and somehow stop being invisible. So far, she was 0 for 3. "You're WHAT ag...
Lila's phone buzzed with another text from Jordan: 'u coming??? everyone's at the quarry' She stared at her reflection—hair frizzy from summer humidity, swimsuit still with the ta...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a challenge. Chloe's pool party. The same Chloe who sat at the top of the sophomore pyramid, her laugh cascading through the cafeteria li...
Mateo's third day at Tropical Blends and he still felt like a total fraud. The papaya kept slipping through his fingers whenever he tried to dice it, leaving his apron sticky and h...
The summer after sophomore year, I started feeling like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind — more like the way my mom looked after her third shift at the hospital. Shuffle to kit...
Maya's vintage jacket had a fox embroidered on the pocket—her signature, her armor against freshman year invisibility. But sophomore year? She was done being quiet. "You sure abou...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Chloe—her supposed best friend who'd been ghosting her since she started sitting with the popular crowd at lunch. Three weeks of weird vi...
The July heat wave had everyone at Lakeside Camp flocking to the waterfront like moths to a porch light. I leaned against the snack bar, nursing a flat Sprite, watching Jenna dive ...