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The party at Maya's house was supposed to be my moment. After years as the quiet AP Bio girl, I'd finally make my mark. Or that was the plan before I found myself staring at a bowl...
I looked like a zombie. Not the cool, glittery Instagram kind — the genuine article: dark circles under my eyes, skin practically translucent, hair doing whatever it wanted. Three ...
Maya's hair had seen better days. After three hours of bleach and "accidental" orange tones, she looked more like a traffic cone than the sun-kissed goddess she'd envisioned. Perfe...
The pool party of the year. That's what Maya's Instagram story called it. And there I was, standing at the edge of the diving board, about to embarrass myself in front of everyone....
Maya's fingers hovered over her phone screen, the charging cable frayed at the edges, barely holding onto life. Three percent. Perfect. "You're bringing THAT to Jen's house?" Leo ...
Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling heavier than usual. Behind him, his best friend Leo heckled him with that grin that said I got your back, bro. The summer leagu...
Maya's third-gen **iphone** flashed with another notification from the group chat—the one where she barely spoke. The freshman roster was basically invisible, but she watched every...
Maya felt like a zombie as she dragged herself through the end-of-semester party. Three finals, zero sleep, and somehow she'd agreed to come to Jessica's house anyway. Her phone bu...
Jordan's lucky hat blew off first period, spiraling toward the cafeteria ceiling like a rejected frisbee. Someone catcalled, "Nice hair, Jackson!" and suddenly the whole lunch tabl...
Maya pulled the beanie down over her ears for the hundredth time, conscious of how ridiculous she looked. It was neon orange with a pom-pom the size of a grapefruit. "You look like...
The summer before sophomore year, I spent every weekend at the country club with my **dog** Buster, a golden retriever who had more social skills than I did. While he chased tennis...
Maya pulled the orange bucket hat down lower, testing her reflection in the bathroom mirror. It was loud, ridiculous, and exactly what she needed. Summer before freshman year, and ...