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Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, box of dye in hand. "Arctic Fox Fire Red" it promised. Her mom would freak—probably suggest something more natural. But after Dylan called her m...
The orange hair dye had seemed like a good idea at 2 AM, but now Maya's bathroom mirror told a different story. She looked like a traffic cone. A burnt, uneven traffic cone. "You ...
Jordan's stomach did backflips as he stared at the massive double doors of Northwood High. The mascot painted above them—a fierce charging bull—seemed to mock his already frayed ne...
My lucky trucker hat sat crooked on my head—basically a security blanket against social suicide—as I stood outside Tyler's house. The bass from inside vibrated in my chest. First r...
I looked like a zombie. No, correction: I looked like a zombie who'd been dragged through the Florida swamp and left out to rot. Four days of summer baseball camp will do that to y...
The quarry water hit my skin like stars exploding — cold, shocking, alive. I mean, I was already dying inside from having to watch everyone else dive in while I sat on the rocks li...
The papaya sat on the pool deck like a neon orange alien, completely out of place among the chips and soda cans. Maya's mom had brought it from the farmer's market, insisting it wa...
The summer before sophomore year, I was basically invisible. Which was fine by me—invisibility was safer than humiliation. Or so I thought, until Maya cornered me at the community ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her swim cap like it was some kind of armor. The end-of-summer party raged around her — music thumping, seniors doing cannonballs, Jas...
My hair looked like a traffic cone exploded on it. Three attempts at DIY bleach later, and I was stuck with orange-ish frizz that DEFIED any reasonable interpretation of "sun-kisse...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. "You good?" Leo asked, not looking up from his phone. "Fine. Just... nervous about the tournament." Leo smirked. "It's club **padel**, Maya. N...
Kayla hadn't touched the water in three years. Not since she'd posted that photo of herself in a bikini with the caption "living my best life" and some random from her school comme...