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Maya stared at her **hair** in the bathroom mirror. It was doing that thing where it refused to commit—half frizzy, half flat, like it couldn't decide between two personality types...
Maya's thumb hovered over her iphone screen, the concert venue's bathroom fluorescent flickering overhead. Three unread texts from her mom. Two from friends wondering where she'd d...
My phone buzzed. Another Instagram story from Maya—her living her best life at some party I wasn't invited to. I swiped left, staring at my **iphone** like it owed me money. "You ...
Maya's life existed in two realities: the one on her iPhone screen, perfectly curated and hashtagged, and the messy, awkward truth of being sixteen. She'd spent all morning editing...
Leo's swim trunks were screaming orange—a hand-me-down from his cousin that somehow only made him stand out more. Exactly what he didn't want on his first day as a junior lifeguard...
The orange hair dye was supposed to be vibrant. Fireball sunset. Instead, it came out more like a glowing traffic cone that had seen better days. "You look like a zombie that cra...
Maya's cat, Pickles, gave her that judgy look cats specialize in as she stood in her bathing suit for the first time since seventh grade. "You're literally judging me right now," ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his red solo cup like a lifeline. His hair, newly dyed midnight blue at 2 AM with his bathroom sink staining like a crime scen...
Maya stared at the chunky green smoothie her mom had placed on the counter. "Spinach, kale, apple, and a prayer," her mom said. "You'll thank me later." Maya wouldn't. The smoothi...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing the new layers she'd cut into her hair. The salon lady said it would give her "edge," whatever that meant. Edge was what Taylor had—th...
The relationship pool at Northwood High had reached $200 by the time Maya decided she was done being the punchline. "You're not really gonna go through with this, are you?" Lily a...
Maya's palms were sweating — again. She wiped them on her ripped black jeans, checking her reflection in the cafeteria window. Her new undercut was growing out weirdly, the shaved ...