Lightning in the Goldfish Bowl
Maya's hair wasn't supposed to be blue. It was supposed to be "subtle caramel highlights," but the DIY kit had other plans. Now she was staring at her reflection in the bathroom mi...
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Maya's hair wasn't supposed to be blue. It was supposed to be "subtle caramel highlights," but the DIY kit had other plans. Now she was staring at her reflection in the bathroom mi...
The party reeked of cheap body spray and desperation. I'd spent two hours on my makeup, trying to look like I belonged in Maya's giant house with its perfect furniture and parents ...
Maya adjusted the strap of her beat-up gym bag and hovered at the edge of the padel court like she was casing the joint. Which, technically, she was. She'd been **spying** on the ...
The lake was freezing, but Maya wasn't about to admit that. Not when Jason was already in the water, his iphone on a towel nearby, playing some indie track that everyone pretended ...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she stared at her reflection. The box promised 'sunset orange,' but what stared back was more like 'radioactive traffic cone.' Her dark hair w...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She gripped the red solo cup tighter, leaning against the wall like it was the only thing keeping h...
Maya adjusted her oversized sunglasses, positioning herself behind the potted fern like a total creep. She was sixteen, not a certified weirdo, but here she was — performing amateu...
The orange jersey of the Ridgeview Ravens felt like it was actively mocking me. Standing at the concession stand in my polyester uniform, I watched Riley laugh at something Jake-th...
Maya stood at the edge of the crystal blue water, clutching her towel like a shield. The pool party raged around her—kids diving, laughing, blasting music through portable speakers...
My orange hair was the first thing everyone noticed. That vibrant, unmistakable orange that shouted 'I don't fit in' before I even opened my mouth. Mom called it 'strawberry blonde...
Leo's palm sweated against the scorching brick of the community center, heart pounding. Swim class. At fifteen. The ultimate humiliation. His friends had all bailed on summer swim...
Maya's iPhone was practically burning through her pocket as she stared across the pool party. Third time this week she'd found herself cyber-stalking Leo's Instagram, feeling like ...