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The orange fluorescent buzz of hallway lights reflected off Maya's locker door as she stared at the photos taped inside. Her old self—middle school Maya with braces and zero fashio...
The invitation said 'pool party,' but Maya's brain heard 'social suicide.' She stood at the edge of the cement deck in her one-piece, watching everyone else look like they'd steppe...
The nickname stuck in seventh grade when I dyed my hair copper on a dare. Fox. Callie Fox. Even without the orange hair anymore, the name followed me like a stubborn shadow. "You ...
Jamal's oversized trucker hat was basically his security blanket. Pull the brim low, disappear into the fabric—boom, instant invisibility. Which was exactly what he needed when he ...
The storm outside matched the chaos in my head. Literally. Lightning cracked across the sky like my mom's attempt at making herself sound 'hip' when she asked if I was 'vibing' wit...
Leo's palms were sweating so bad he thought he might literally drip onto the concrete. Not exactly the vibe you want when you're about to talk to the girl you've been crushing on s...
Maya's orange hair was already frizzing in the humidity, and she'd been at Tyler's pool party for exactly seven minutes. This was fine. Everything was fine. She clutched her phone ...
Maya's stomach did that thing it always did when Mr. Henderson called on her unannounced—the kind of twisty feeling that felt less like nerves and more like her organs were rearran...
My mom called it my "fox hair" — that unruly orange mop that refused to be tamed, much like the actual animal. At fourteen, having hair that matched the mascot of my middle school ...
Maya's sneakers slapped the pavement, running from her mortification. She'd just spilled neon orange Fanta all over Jake Richardson's pristine white Jordans. Jake. The guy whose In...
Maya's first real date with Liam was supposed to be cute—arcade games, shared milkshakes, maybe a hand-hold moment if the vibes were immaculate. Instead, she'd agreed to this ridic...
Leo's lungs burned as he rounded the corner, same time every morning before school. Running was the only thing that quieted the overthinking in his brain — especially about certain...