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Maya's first mistake was believing that TikTok hair hack. Her crush, Liam, had finally noticed her existence, and she needed to look absolutely perfect for Friday's Spring Fling. W...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Maya at the bottom—somewhere near the janitor's closet, definitely below the cafeteria staff. She'd accepted her fate as a background chara...
Marcus stared at the Flintstones vitamins on the kitchen counter, seriously considering that maybe, just maybe, the orange one would give him superpowers. Or at least enough confid...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame her frizzy curls into something approximating "effortless beach waves," but the humidit...
Maya hated running. But when you're fifteen and your mom signs you up for cross-country because it 'looks good on college applications,' you don't really get a choice. That's how s...
Maya Chen stood before the cafeteria like it was some ancient pyramid she had to climb. Social hierarchy 101: the cool kids at the top, the rest of us just trying not to tumble dow...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first, sharp and chemical, but she followed her sister toward the noise anyway. Party of the year, Rachel had said. You have to come. Maya stood by the...
Maya's first day at The Green Goddess, the trendiest juice bar in three counties, coincided with her first encounter with Barnaby—the shop's resident **cat**, who regarded her with...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 2:47 AM—another notification from her dad's investment group chat. She'd been sneaking peeks at his phone for weeks, mesmerized by the red ...
My hair was a disaster zone—curls frizzing like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. Not exactly how I wanted to look when Jake finally noticed me at the biggest pool party...
The bathroom scissors hovered near my ear like a threat I couldn't quite follow through on. My hair had been growing since seventh grade, this brown curtain I hid behind whenever t...
Maya's hair was having what her mom called "an existential crisis" — frizzy, defiant, and refusing to be tamed by any product short of industrial cement. Which was exactly why she'...