Signal in the Static
The ethernet cable lay tangled across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, which felt pretty appropriate considering my social life. I'd spent three hours setting up for Jordan's ho...
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The ethernet cable lay tangled across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, which felt pretty appropriate considering my social life. I'd spent three hours setting up for Jordan's ho...
My cat Luther sat on my windowsill, judging me as I stared at my iPhone screen for the third hour straight. The notification glare reflected in his yellow eyes—Bella had posted. Ag...
Maya's baseball cap sat pulled low, a fortress between her forehead and the world. She'd been crushing on Jordan for six months, carefully curating her "spying"—okay, scrolling thr...
The first time Maya called me a fox, we were crouched behind the abandoned strip mall, breath fogging in the October dark. I'd talked my way into the locked gate, picked the padloc...
The track coach was already yelling when I started running, my legs pumping against the rubber surface like they had somewhere important to be. They didn't. I just needed to be any...
Maya's fork hovered over the spinach casserole like a frightened bird. Her mom had spent all afternoon perfecting the recipe for the dreaded dinner with the Millers—the family whos...
The orange hair dye had been Maya's rebellion against her mother's "professional appearance" lecture. Three weeks later, the vibrant orange curls had faded to a weird cop...
Maya's first day at Miller High felt like walking into a tornado of designer labels and friend groups already formed since kindergarten. She'd strategically chosen a seat in the ba...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it came out neon orange. "It's bold," her mom had said, wincing. "It looks like a traffic cone," said Maya's brother, ...
Maya's mom had packed her lunch again—the organic spinach wrap that announced to the entire cafeteria that Maya was That Kid whose parents still controlled her diet. She shoved it ...
Maya's fedora sat tilted on her head like she'd dramatically flung it there after defeating a villain. In reality, she'd adjusted it seventeen times in the bathroom mirror because ...
Maya's parents had finally agreed to let her stay for the all-night lock-in, which felt like a victory after months of them treating her like she was still twelve. The gym was tran...