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The pool party was supposed to be legendary. Sarah's parents were out of town, which meant the good snacks, the Bluetooth speaker, and zero supervision. But there I was, sixteen ye...
Maya had spent sixteen years feeling like a goldfish trapped in a too-small bowl — swimming in endless circles, forgettable, everyone watching but nobody actually seeing her. Her o...
My hair was supposed to be perfect. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, section by tiny section, until my dark waves fell like silk. This was THE pool party—the one...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her denim shorts. Three rows behind the popular table in the cafeteria, she watched as Queen Bee Sarah demonstrated her ...
Maya stood at the edge of Sarah's above-ground pool like it was a portal to another dimension. The water shimmered with that annoyingly perfect Instagram-filter look, while inside ...
Maya's freshman year survival strategy had two rules: (1) be invisible, (2) never let anyone see you care. Then Jake Taylor invited her to his pool party, and suddenly she was fail...
Maya's phone buzzed — another party invite she'd pretend she hadn't seen. Her iPhone lit up with screenshots of everyone having the time of their lives at Jake's house, while she s...
That summer, everything was supposed to change. I'd finally become _interesting_—you know, the kind of person who had weekend plans and didn't spend Friday nights rewatching The Of...
Maya had perfected the art of being invisible in Room 204, right behind the cardboard pyramid project that smelled like Sharpie and existential dread. She was basically a professio...
Maya's hands trembled as she approached the table where the cool kids sat. Her carefully packed lunch - papaya chunks, spinach salad, and hummus - suddenly seemed impossibly uncool...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tugging at the disastrous frizz exploding from her scalp. The humidity had declared war on her hair, and her hair was losing. Badly. "You re...
My phone buzzed against my nightstand at 2 AM. Siri's face filled the screen, her blue light illuminating my dark room. "Bro, you gotta see this," she whispered. I rubbed sleep f...