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Maya's orange hair wasn't a statement. At least, that's what she told herself when she grabbed that box of dye from the drugstore shelf, her heart doing that nervous flutter thing ...
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Maya's orange hair wasn't a statement. At least, that's what she told herself when she grabbed that box of dye from the drugstore shelf, her heart doing that nervous flutter thing ...
Maya's lucky orange socks weren't working. Sixteen years old, and she was about to humiliate herself in front of everyone—including Ethan, the cute junior whose smile made her forg...
Maya dragged herself into first period feeling like a zombie after staying up until 3 AM scrolling through Kai's Instagram. Again. Her palms were actually sweating—like, grossly no...
The neon orange sign outside said 'MADAME ZORA'S MYSTERY EMPORIUM' but inside, it was just a dusty closet with a folding table and me in a cheap sequined hat. I was the Sphinx for ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her heart doing that thing where it forgot how to beat normally. The pyramid-shaped diving platform towered above her like some ancient Egyptian...
Marcus stood at the plate, the bat feeling heavier than it should. His palms were sweating, and not in the cool way. Everyone was watching — especially Jenna, who sat behind the ba...
Maya stood by the pool clutching her vitamin water like it was some kind of VIP pass. Which, honestly, at Jess's party it basically was. Everyone had them — pastel bottles catching...
Marcus adjusted his swim trunks for the third time, his reflection in the sliding glass door showing exactly how much he was trying not to try. The pool party at Jenna's house was ...
Maya dragged herself to third period like a literal zombie, hoodie pulled low over her messy hair. She'd forgotten to take her vitamin gummies that morning — again — and the 3 AM T...
The pool deck buzzed with laughter and Spotify bass, but Maya stood frozen at the edge, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. Jordan's party was everything she'd dreamed about sinc...
Marcus stood in the dugout, his palms sweating so much he could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering his mom's vitamin shop was the only thing he actua...
The first time I saw her, she was wearing an orange tank top that matched the sunset bleeding across the padel court. Like, actually wearing it - not some aesthetic Instagram capti...