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Maya's frizzy **hair** had a mind of its own, especially when rain was coming. She could feel it in her bones—the humidity made each curl expand like a pufferfish defending itself....
I felt like a total spy, lurking behind the fake potted plant at Jason's pool party. Sixteen years old and still operating on the periphery of social existence. My mission: infiltr...
Maya's hands trembled as she held the box. **Orange** Sunset Blast. The most ridiculous hair color she'd ever seen, which was exactly why she bought it. Her mom would freak. Her fr...
The community pool was where everything happened. Where Jordan perfected his cannonball. Where Mia finally got noticed by Tyler when her bikini strap "accidentally" came loose. Whe...
Maya stood at the edge of JJ's pool party, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. The bluetooth speaker blasted something too loud, and everyone seemed to know the exact way t...
Maya's first shift at Tropical Smoothie Shack was already spiraling into chaos. Her manager, a guy who definitely peaked in high school football, had just dumped an entire crate of...
Maya's palms were sweating again. She wiped them on her running shorts, dreading the moment Coach Martinez would announce the relay team for regionals. Junior year was supposed to ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be beach waves, not whatever this frizz explosion was. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers tangling through the copper mess tha...
Maya dragged herself into the school cafeteria, feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep + endless AP Chem studying = walking dead, literally. She slid into her usual spot...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but honestly, anything was better than being inside with them. My sister's graduation party. Like, congrats on the degree, Kayla, but did you need to in...
I'm leaning into Jackson's wall, watching the party swirl around me in bass-heavy waves. Someone shouts something about Mr. Henderson being a total bull, and half the group cracks ...
The zip line cable snapped taut between our backyard oaks, vibrating like a guitar string. Lucas and I hadn't said three real sentences to each other since middle school started, e...