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I felt like a zombie walking into school Monday morning—three hours of sleep does that to you. Tyler's epic Fortnite marathon had seemed like a brilliant idea at midnight. By 7 AM,...
Maya's fingers flew across the needles, the cable knit pattern becoming second nature. The orange yarn—that obnoxious, neon orange she'd bought on a dare from her best friend Chloe...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange juice like it was some kind of shield. The party was in full swing—popular kids splashing in the water, music bumping, some...
The papaya sat between them on the pool deck, bright orange and absurdly out of place. Like their friendship. "You're actually going to play?" Leo asked, kicking his legs in the w...
The orange hair dye burned my scalp exactly the way I wanted it to. Five bucks from the drugstore, one bathroom mirror, and suddenly I wasn't invisible Maya anymore—the girl who sa...
The pool party at Tyler's house was everything Maya dreaded about sophomore year. Floaties snagging on designer swimwear, some juniors blasting their curated Spotify playlist like ...
The orange tank top lay on my bed like a dare. Mom said it was too bright, said it screamed for attention, which was exactly why I'd bought it. Freshman year, and I was still tryin...
Maya's hair had been a disaster since she'd dyed it copper-red two weeks ago—or "run-over fox orange," as her brother kept reminding her. But the color wasn't even the problem anym...
Maya stood in the cafeteria, holding the glossy flyer like it was radioactive. "Join the Success Pyramid," it promised, in bold golden letters. "Start your own empire." Her dog, B...
Marcus's palms were sweating through his fingerless gloves as he stared at the tangled mess of ethernet cables behind the media center. Tonight was Jordan's legendary start-of-summ...
Leo stood by the snack table at Maya's pool party, clutching his papaya like it was some kind of social currency. He'd spent forty-five minutes at Whole Foods trying to find someth...
Maya stared at her **iPhone**, thumb hovering over the post button. The photo was perfect—her with her **orange** swim sundress, waves crashing in the background, captioned somethi...