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My hair was supposed to be sunset orange, not traffic cone orange. I stared in the mirror, wanting to cry but refusing to give my sister the satisfaction. "It's not that bad," Ma...
Maya stood at the edge of the cafeteria gym, clutching her stupid pyramid from geometry class like it was some kind of shield. The whole cheer squad was literally building a human ...
Maya pulled the brim of her snapback lower, cursing herself for agreeing to this. Padel camp. Because apparently regular tennis wasn't enough humiliation for the summer. "You gonn...
Maya's **orange** hair was the only thing about her that didn't scream I'm trying to disappear. Another day, another slide down the social **pyramid** at Westview High, where she'd...
The orange invitation sat on my desk like a dare. Pool party. Saturday. Be there. I hadn't gone swimming since seventh grade, when someone noticed my back hair and started calling...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her padel racquet like a shield. The Friday night party was in full swing – music thumping, kids drifting in neon-lit water, someone's...
Maya's hair had a personality of its own — a frizzy, uncooperative mass that announced her arrival before she could say a word. At fifteen, standing out wasn't exactly the goal. Es...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it looked like a pumpkin exploded on her head. "It's literally fine," Chloe said, though her eyes said otherwise. They'...
My phone buzzed with the third text from Jordan: 'Pool party @ Jake's. 7pm. DON'T bail.' I'd been dodging these invites since seventh grade, when someone—okay, Jordan—pointed out m...
The orange hair dye hadn't supposed to be permanent. That's what the box said, anyway. But somewhere between the 3 AM bathroom decision and the first period bell, Maya's hair had t...
The pool party was already giving me major ick before Kayla even opened her mouth. I'd spent twenty minutes convincing myself this floral bucket hat was giving main character energ...
The backyard was already loud when Leo arrived, his childhood best friend Marcus text-bombing him with WHERE R U?? for the past twenty minutes. Leo hated pool parties. He hated the...