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Maya's hair was supposed to be "subtle caramel highlights" but came out electric blue. Her mom had literally cried in the bathroom doorway, clutching her pearls like she was in a s...
Maya's phone buzzed with another group chat notification: *Padel Saturday @2. Everyone going?* She stared at the screen, thumbs hovering. Padel—that racquet sport all the rich kids...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in the disaster that used to be her hair. The salon had promised subtle layers. Instead, she looked like she'd lost a fight with a la...
Maya wiped her sweaty palms against her denim shorts for the third time. The backyard party thumped with bass that vibrated in her chest, but she stood frozen by the snack table, c...
I was supposed to be watching my little brother's goldfish while the family was at Grandma's, but instead I was too busy having my first real heartbreak over text message. The gold...
Maya's iphone vibrated against her thigh like a nervous heartbeat. *Another rejection.* Three parties this weekend and she was still on the couch, scrolling through everyone else's...
My iphone stared at me from the nightstand, its screen glowing with sixteen unread messages from the group chat. I ignored it. Actually, that's a lie—I checked them three times alr...
Maya's legs dangled over the edge of the diving board, toes skimming the cool water. Below her, the end-of-summer party raged on the lawn — the popular kids dominating the padel co...
Jordan's hands trembled as she clicked send. The anonymous Instagram account she'd been _running_ for three months—exposing the toxic culture of her high school's elite crowd—was a...
Maya stared at the cafeteria table, where her physics group project stood like a monument to poor life choices. The Great Pyramid of Giza, constructed entirely from tropical fruit ...
Maya's palm was sweating against her phone case. Three streaks of blue at her temple where her hair was supposed to be beachy-casual but looked more like she'd stuck her finger in ...
The orange hair wasn't my choice — thank you, Sun-In and sixteen-year-old judgment — but it became my entire personality. At least according to everyone at Northwood High. "Hey, O...