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The orange sunset blazed across the sky like someone had set the clouds on fire. I stood by the edge of the pool, clutching my red solo cup like it was a life raft, watching everyo...
Maya stared into her bathroom mirror, phone propped against the sink as she followed along with a TikTok hair tutorial for the third time. The result? A lopsided braid that looked ...
Maya's reflection showed a disaster. Her hair, supposed to be sun-kissed blonde for sophomore year, had turned into a brassy orange nightmare that looked like a traffic cone had ex...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizz halo that made me look like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. I yanked my beat-up baseball cap lower, hoping no one at Jasmine'...
The carnival goldfish bowl sat on my nightstand, a judgment-orange eye staring at me while I panic-scroll through Insta. Three days since Jordan dumped me via text—three days of my...
Maya stared at her reflection, freaking out. Her hair had rebellion on its mind—frizzy, refusing to cooperate, basically doing its own thing while her first date with Jordan texted...
Pool parties at Jordan's house were legendary, which was exactly why I'd managed to avoid them for three straight years. Swimming. Public. In front of everyone. Hard pass. "You co...
My iphone died at 2:47 AM — the exact moment Jake finally texted back about the party. Of course. The universe has a sick sense of humor like that. "You're still obsessing over th...
The baseball cap pulled down to my eyebrows wasn't just fashion. It was camouflage. Fresh buzzcut disaster — thanks, Mom's coupon scissors — and now I had to survive Julia's party ...
My friend Chloe ghosted me two weeks before sophomore year started. No explanation, just left me on read while her TikTok showed her at parties I wasn't invited to. So when my mom ...
Maya's palm was sweating as she clutched the baseball bat, her knuckles white. This was it—tryouts for the varsity team, and half the school was watching from the bleachers. Includ...
The padel court smelled like rubber and regret. I stood there, racquet heavy in my sweating palms, while my dad's voice echoed in my head: "Follow through, Leo. Like I showed you."...