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The baseball cap sat pulled low on my forehead, practically swallowing my face. Perfect. If I couldn't see anyone, they couldn't see me either. "Dude, you gonna play or what?" Tyl...
Maya's mom practically shrieked when she saw the bathroom counter. Neon red hair dye splattered across the porcelain like a crime scene. "Maya Elena Torres, what have you DONE?" M...
My hair looked like someone had attacked it with a weed whacker. Mom's kitchen scissors" disaster, she'd called it. I called it social suicide. "You're being dramatic," Maya said,...
Maya's hands shook as she held the box of dye. SATURDAY NIGHT ORANGE, it promised, but her mom was gonna kill her. This wasn't just a little highlight situation — this was a full-b...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first—sharp, chemical, like the inside of her backpack when she forgot her wet swimsuit. Wednesday afternoon swim practice, same as always. She popped t...
Marcus's older brother said high school parties were legendary. Turns out legendary mostly means awkward teens standing around a bonfire pretending to be chill. I'd been crushing o...
The padel courts at Ridgeview Academy weren't just sports grounds—they were social territory, and I'd just wandered into enemy territory. I stood there with my borrowed racket, sw...
The pool shimmered like liquid glass under the afternoon sun, but Maya stood frozen at the edge in her bright orange tankini that screamed "look at me" when all she wanted was to d...
I felt like a walking zombie after finals week—three days of energy drinks, four hours of sleep total, and my brain was basically mush. Maya found me face-planted on a textbook at ...
My first week at RadioShack should've been straightforward. Arrange the displays, pretend to know about Ethernet extenders, and avoid customers asking technical questions I couldn'...
Jordan adjusted the ridiculous felt hat for the hundredth time. Their mom said working at the museum would look good on college applications, but she didn't mention the polyester u...
Maya stood at the bottom of the cafeteria's social pyramid, watching Brianna and her squad hold court at the apex like literal royalty. Freshman year was basically a tutorial level...