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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The sophomore farewell party raged around her—music thumping, people cannonballing, someone doing keg stand...
Jamie's hair wasn't supposed to be orange. The box said "Sunset Gold," but the bathroom mirror told a different story. Now she looked like a traffic cone with feelings. "Perfect,"...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, was the only one who didn't care that she was a total fraud. The popular crowd at Oak Creek High had accepted her into their padel circle, which wa...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be casual. No big deal. Except my hair was currently the color of a traffic cone, and I was seriously considering just never leaving...
Marcus thought he was being smooth, leaning against the cafeteria wall in what he hoped was a casual stance. He wasn't technically stalking her — okay, maybe borderline spy behavio...
Jordan's hair was supposed to be a subtle trim. Instead, the barber had gone full Edward Scissorhands, leaving him looking like he'd lost a fight with a lawn mower. The uneven tuft...
Sofia's hair refused to cooperate that morning. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect the beach waves her favorite influencer swore were "effortless," but now they hung ...
Maya adjusted her bucket hat for the fiftieth time, checking her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The neon green brim cast a weird glow on her face. This was fine. This was total...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a pyramid, and I was somewhere near the bottom—just above the kids who ate lunch in the library but definitely below the varsit...
Maya stared at the box of hair dye on her bathroom counter. FLAMING ORANGE, it screamed in all caps. Her mom would lose it, but tonight was Jordan's party and she couldn't show up ...
Jayla's summer wasn't supposed to start with a papaya explosion, but here we were. "You'll love helping at the market," Mom had said. "It's character building." Character building...
Jax's first week at Northwood High felt like moving through molasses—socially and physically. The zombie-like state from staying up until 3 AM scrolling TikTok wasn't helping. Ever...