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The hat was ridiculous. A neon green bucket hat that screamed 'I'm trying too hard,' but I wore it anyway because Maya said it looked "lowkey fire." Whatever that meant. "You comi...
Leo's vintage dad hat was his armor. At parties, he pulled the brim low, disappearing behind its safety while everyone else vibed and talked and touched like it was nothing. Being ...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time. Another text from Jordan. *U coming to the courts? Everyone's here.* She groaned and flopped backward on her bed. Freshman year was suppo...
Maya stood in front of her mirror for the twentieth time that night, trying to tame her frizzy hair with a combination of gel, hope, and what her mom called "positive energy." The ...
Maya clutched the oversized bucket hat her mom made her wear, feeling like a total fraud at Jordan's pool party. Everyone looked like they'd stepped out of a TikTok, while Maya loo...
Maya pulled her beanie down tighter, scrambling to cover the disaster that was her hair. Third period Spanish, and she already looked like she'd been awake for three days straight....
My hair was doing that thing again — exploding outward like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. I'd spent forty minutes trying to look effortless, but the mirror reflected...
Marcus adjusted his vitamin C supplement on the kitchen counter, the bright orange pills glowing in the morning light. His phone buzzed again—another text from the group chat about...
Three weeks into sophomore year and I was basically operating on goldfish memory — forget a concept the second I learned it, scroll past it, repeat. My brain felt like a browser wi...
Maya's new plan was absolutely going to fail, but that had never stopped her before. She adjusted her dad's old baseball cap in the mirror, practicing her best neutral expression. ...
The hat kept sliding over my eyes. Mom's idea, obviously—part of my "family costume" for the Harmony Falls Halloween Dance. Freshman year, and I was already the zombie kid who coul...
Maya's hands shook as she held the scissors. Her once-perfect curls lay in piles on the bathroom floor, victims of an impulse she couldn't explain. The new jagged pixie cut stared ...