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Maya felt like a **zombie** moving through the party, her eyes glazed from scrolling through her **iPhone** for three hours straight. The lake house celebration was supposed to be ...
My hair looked like a electrocuted poodle. Again. Mom said 'it'll grow out,' but she wasn't the one walking into freshman year looking like she'd stuck her finger in a light socket...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel brown. Instead, it looked like a traffic cone had exploded on her head. "That's definitely orange," Leo said, failing to suppress a grin as ...
The Friday before homecoming, I found myself at Maya's house with half the sophomore class, watching people I'd known since kindergarten suddenly become strangers with better hair ...
I shuffled into the Padel Club at 7 AM on a Saturday, feeling like the walking dead. Three AP classes, two failed crush attempts, and my parents' divorce proceedings had turned me ...
My summer was supposed to be lit—parties at the lake, beach days with the squad, maybe even flirting with Tyler from chem class. Instead, I was stuck in my bedroom watching my **go...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she thought she might drop the iphone she wasn't supposed to be holding. It started when she found it in the cafeteria—waiting on the floor besi...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. The glasses were gone. Contacts in. And sitting on her head was the snapback she'd stolen from her older brother's closet — wo...
The hat pulled low over my eyes was my only defense against the fluorescent cafeteria lights. I'd spent twenty minutes fixing my hair that morning, only to spend the entire lunch p...
Leo's palms won't stop sweating. Not ideal when you're nineteen and your summer job involves climbing strangers' ladders with expensive equipment. "Dude, you got this," Marcus ins...
Maya's hair was supposed to be highlights of caramel and honey. Instead, she looked like a striped tiger having a mid-life crisis. The stylist—a chipper woman named Brittany who ke...
I spent three hours perfecting my hair before Tyler's pool party, only to have it wrecked in three seconds of cannonball chaos. The baseball cap I'd strategically angled to hide my...