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I should've known my streak of bad luck would follow me to Jordan's pool party. But this was supposed to be different — my chance to finally talk to Marcus, who'd been in my AP Bio...
Maya's third-period breakdown started with her hair. The humidity had turned her carefully straightened locks into a frizz explosion that looked like she'd stuck her fork in an ele...
Maya's stomach did that nervous flutter thing as she stood at the edge of the pool party where half the sophomore class was currently existing. The water glittered like someone had...
My best friend Sierra moved to Portland three months ago, and somewhere between FaceTime calls and cancelled plans, my brother Jay transformed into a human **bear**. Not the cute c...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She stood at the edge of the padel court, watching everyone laugh and hit balls like they'd been bo...
Marcus adjusted his hoodie in the bathroom mirror, psyching himself up for lunch period. At South High, the cafeteria was basically a social pyramid, and he'd been stuck at the bas...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. Green hair—actually green, like "I made a mistake with temporary dye" green. My mom's voice drifted upstairs: "Leo! Eat your spinach before s...
Maya's hair floated around her like a weird orange cloud. She'd dyed it yesterday — fox red, the box said — but now, staring at her reflection in the gym bathroom mirror before swi...
Marcus pulled his baseball cap lower, the brim creating a shadow that felt like armor against the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria. This wasn't just any hat—it was his uniform, ...
Maya stood at the edge of Miller's Lake bonfire pit, gripping her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Across the crackling flames, Jake laughed at something Chloe said, and Maya's...
Maya stood at the edge of the **padel** court, her heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped bird. The chlorine from the nearby pool stung her nose, triggering memories of la...
Maya was running late—again. Her phone buzzed with texts from the group chat blowing up about Jordan's party tonight, but she couldn't think about that. Not with what she'd just se...