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My hair was supposed to be the thing that fixed everything. That's what Chloe said when she convinced me to let her dye it platinum blonde three days before freshman year. "You'll ...
Maya's hair was frizzing in the July heat, a fact she tried to ignore as she adjusted her towel on the lounge chair. The community pool was packed—every teenager in the neighborhoo...
Maya's palms were literally sweating. Like, actual drops. She wiped them on her towel again, staring at the pool where Jayden—everyone called him Fox because the guy was impossible...
Maya's hair had declared mutiny. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizzy halo into something resembling cool, but now here she was, leaning against the refrigerato...
The ethernet cable lay coiled like a dead snake on Maya's basement floor, its blue humming slightly where it connected to the router. Friday night. Raid night. And of course, the o...
The invitation came via Instagram DM, of course. Emma's pool party. The Emma. Whose dad owned that company everyone's parents worked for. I stared at my phone, heart hammering. Me,...
The papaya sat on the cafeteria table like an alien artifact. At least, that's how it felt when Mateo's abuela packed one in his lunch instead of the expected chips. "Dude, what I...
The pool party at Carter's house was supposed to be Chloe's chance to finally talk to Marcus—she'd been lowkey crushing on him since freshman year, and they were juniors now. Inste...
The bear costume smelled like every middle school drama production ever staged, but I wore it anyway because Lydia said it would be "low-key iconic" for the homecoming game. Spoile...
Maya's first day at GreenEra Smoothie Bar was not going according to plan. The uniform—a bright green apron that made her look like a walking spinach leaf—was already mortifying en...
The kitchen hummed with music that was way too loud for 10 PM. Maya gripped her solo cup until her palms were practically dripping, eyes darting around like she was trapped in a ga...
I spent the entire summer of tenth grade crawling under houses, spooling fiber optic cable for my dad's installation business. By August, I'd mastered the art of moving like a zomb...