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Leo adjusted his baseball cap, trying to look like he belonged. The sophomore dugout smelled like sunflower seeds and anxiety. As the youngest player on varsity, he'd quickly learn...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My hair blazed orange — Fierce Sunset, the box promised. Mom would freak. Dad would sigh. But honestly? I was vibing with it. First day of so...
Maya's hair had declared war on her personal dignity sometime during third period. By lunch, the frizz halo around her head had reached catastrophic levels—not even the bathroom si...
Maya dragged herself into first period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep thanks to finals week would do that to you. The school's social pyramid loomed over e...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running her hand over the butchered chunks of **hair** the salon stylist had called "layers." Her mom had meant well, booking ...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Like, seriously. It was this wild, frizzy explosion that defied gravity, product, and prayer. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it be...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her vitamin D supplement like a lifeline. Her mom had made her promise to take it after lunch – "you're not getting enough sun in Seat...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The party was already hitting different — people grinding on each other in th...
At the rec center, everyone watched as Tyler smashed the **baseball** over the fence—again. The guy had arms like tree trunks and a swing that made everything look effortless. Mean...
Javi was tired of running. Not the good kind—the track kind, the lung-burning, muscle-shifting kind he actually liked. No, he was tired of running from Tyler and his crew, the same...
Maya adjusted her bikini strap for the third time, heart hammering against her ribs like it was trying to escape. Behind her, someone yelled "CANNONBALL" and a massive splash soake...
Maya's palms were sweating like crazy, which was honestly gross but also peak irony because here she was, at the most chill beach bonfire of junior year, still nervous about talkin...