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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 ...
Marcus's phone buzzed for the third time in Spanish class. Mrs. Gable shot him the look—the one that said she was three seconds away from confiscating it until June. He slid it und...
Maya had mastered the art of the cafeteria **spy** game. Head down, earbuds in (even though nothing was playing), she'd observe the popular table like it was her job. Which, techni...
Maya crouched behind the concession stand, feeling like the world's worst spy. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—another text from Sofia asking where she'd disappeared to during the h...