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Maya stared at her reflection, the fluorescent bathroom light making her newly **orange** hair look like a traffic cone. Well, technically "sunset coral," but her phone's camera ha...
Maya's first day at Oak Creek Academy, and she already felt like a total imposter. Everyone here radiated main character energy, while she was stuck in NPC mode, just watching from...
Marcus wasn't running away. He was just strategically relocating. Again. Third time this week. Same routine: grab his backpack, his phone (obviously), and the emergency stash of s...
My dad's been obsessing over the bear market all year, spiraling about his clients' portfolios tanking while I'm just trying to survive sophomore year without completely embarrassi...
Maya stared at her reflection, the bathroom mirror revealing someone new and terrifying. Her hair, normally a tame mouse-brown, now blazed neon orange. Three boxes of dye later, sh...
Marcus stared at his reflection, the fedora perched on his head like a desperate cry for coolness. His **hat** was the one thing standing between him and total disaster – or so he ...
Maya felt like a zombie walking into her first high school homecoming dance. Her feet dragged, eyes half-lidded from three hours of perfecting her winged eyeliner. The gym thumped ...
I'd been lowkey spying on Marcus for three days straight. Ever since he'd blown me off to hang with the preppy crowd, my gut told me something was off. So when I spotted him at the...
Maya adjusted her orange baseball cap, trying to look casual while her stomach did cartwheels. Tryouts today. Finally. Her dad had been making her take vitamin supplements every mo...
My snapback was pulled down low, covering eyes that refused to stop scanning the pool area like a total creep. I wasn't trying to be a spy, but that's basically what I became the s...
Maya's morning routine was basically sacred: Vitamin D supplements, skincare, and scrolling through texts before school. She was seventeen, still figuring out who she was, and some...
The pool water shimmered like liquid blue Jell-O, and somewhere in the backyard, Maya's crush Liam was definitely NOT looking at her. Probably. Maya adjusted her bikini strap for t...