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Maya's hair had a personality of its own that day—a rebellious, frizzy halo she'd spent forty minutes trying to tame with her mom's expensive serum. Junior prom was in six hours, a...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, staring at the orange hair dye box like it held the secrets to her entire existence. Senior year was T-minus two weeks away, and she was...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the summer heat radiating through the case. She'd come to Taylor's pool party fully planning to be a wallflower—again—but something a...
Maya thrust the iPhone toward her face, tilting at exactly the right angle. The spinach looked artisanal enough—curly, vibrant, arranged in that imperfect-perfect way that screamed...
Maya adjusted the brim of her stolen baseball cap, pulling it low over her eyes. The hat smelled like her older brother's old cologne and stale Doritos, but it was perfect for Oper...
Marcus's parents thought summer camp would build character. Instead, it just built anxiety. "You gonna sit there all day staring at the water like it's about to attack?" Chloe ask...
Maya stood outside Tyler's house, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. First real party. First time wearing her mom's heels that definitely weren't made for standing on c...
Maya's bucket hat was doing God's work, considering the absolute monstrosity she'd created trying to cut curtain bangs after watching a 2 AM TikTok tutorial. "Just a little trim," ...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I jumped in anyway. Friday night at Tyler's pool party—social suicide to skip it, even if my social battery was already at 1%. The water disrupted e...
Marcus should've been at baseball practice. Instead, he sat on Levi's couch, watching cable TV flicker through reruns of shows they'd both seen a hundred times. Outside, summer hea...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, wondering when she'd become a zombie. Three hours of sleep, two finals, and somehow she'd let Chloe talk her into Tyler's end-...
Maya's palms were basically one giant sweat slick as she stood by the chip bowl, watching Liam glide through the water like some kind of aquatic deity. The pool party vibe was imma...