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Maya's hands trembled as she stared at the mirror, the bathroom lights exposing every insecurity. Her brown hair was gone, replaced by a chaotic explosion of bright copper she'd DI...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my comeback moment after the whole cafeteria incident last semester. I'd spent weeks curating the perfect Instagram aesthetic, my...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat that changed everything. "Party at Damien's. His parents are gone. B.Y.O.B. — Bring Your Own... whatever." She'd been crushing on Damien si...
Maya stood against the wall at Tyler's house party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The bass from the speakers thumped in her chest, but not as hard as her heart...
The vitamin pyramid scheme wasn't even my idea. It was Jenna's. She swore those Neon Burst gummies would make us "radiate main character energy" and pay for our entire Europe trip ...
The humidity had already turned Maya's freshly straightened hair into a puffball by third period. She'd spent two hours with the flat iron that morning, trying to look like everyon...
Maya dragged her feet through the hallway, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3 AM finishing that English essay. The social hierarchy of Northwood High stood before...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, the harsh fluorescent lighting showing every flaw. Her hair hung limp and brown — basic, boring, totally not her. Not anymore. The bo...
My hair looked like a poodle had exploded on my head. Mom's "experimental" natural dye job turned my curls a terrifying shade of orange-bronze—basically, I was a human papaya. Thre...
The **dog** appeared on the third day of what my mom called "finding ourselves" — aka, her and Dad taking a "break" while I got shipped off to Abuela's house in the middle of nowhe...
I stood in the cafeteria line, mentally calculating if I had enough for the spicy chicken sandwich or if I'd be stuck with the sad salad bar again. My stomach growled loud enough t...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating—gross, noticeable sweating—while she stood in the corner of Jordan's basement party, nursing a warm soda and pretending to be de...