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Maya's bright orange hoodie felt like a beacon calling attention to everything wrong with her existence. It was three sizes too big—her brother's hand-me-down from his freshman yea...
The bottle said "Sunset Blaze" but my bathroom mirror showed "Traffic Cone." My newly orange hair was supposed to be my rebellion, my statement, my way of finally being seen at Nor...
Marcus's orange lifeguard whistle felt heavy around his neck, heavier than it should for something made of plastic. Sixteen years old and already stuck in the summer job grind whil...
Maya had spent her entire sophomore year at the bottom of the social pyramid—invisible to the popular crowd, awkward around guys, and basically existing in the background noise of ...
Maya's hair was definitely orange. Not 'strawberry blonde' like her mom insisted, but like, actually orange. The kind of orange that made everyone stare in the hallways, which was ...
I was basically a zombie walking into third period when Maya grabbed my arm. "You're coming to padel practice after school. Coach says we need a fourth." I blinked. Padel? That ri...
I was running late. Again. Mrs. Gable's chemistry final was in fifteen minutes and I was three blocks from campus, clutching a stolen Gatorade and praying my bike chain wouldn't fa...
The invitation sat on my phone screen like a dare: POOL PARTY @ MIA'S — bring swimsuit & vibes only. I'd been moving through summer like a zombie, half-asleep from three weeks of b...
Maya stared at her reflection, the midnight blue **hair** dye staining her forehead. Her mom was gonna lose it, but honestly? Maya was already losing herself. Fourteen and still tr...
The pool party at Jessica's house was supposed to be the social event of the summer, but Maya was currently hiding behind a concession stand, nursing a lukker flat soda that had lo...
Maya gripped the papaya smoothie like it was a grenade. Her phone buzzed again — another text from her friends demanding she "live in the moment" at Jake's end-of-summer pool party...
Okay, so this is the part where I tell you how I literally turned myself into a human traffic cone. It started two weeks before summer swim team tryouts. I'm not talking about you...