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Maya stood in front of the mirror, touching the new pimple on her chin like it was a bruise she couldn't stop pressing. Fifteen and already feeling like she was failing at being a ...
Maya's mom said the orange hair dye would wash out in three weeks. That was six months ago. Now she stood in front of her bathroom mirror, running fingers through her neon-streaked...
I felt like a straight-up zombie by the time I dragged myself to Jordan's pool party. Three days of finals, four hours of sleep total, and now here I was—pale, underslept, and rock...
Maya stared at her phone, thumb-scrolling through feeds while her body floated in the community pool. Zombie mode, her brother called it—when you're physically present but mentally...
My hair had other plans. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the diffuser, hoping for beach waves, but humidity had turned them into a frizz explosion that made me look like I'd stuc...
The rec center's padel courts were my summer sanctuary, which was exactly how I ended up in this situation. Maya was across the net, looking unfairly good in her oversized hoodie, ...
Marcus's chest felt like a bear was sitting on it. Not a cute, cuddly bear — a full-grown grizzly, crushing his ribs until every breath was a workout. "You good, bro?" Jordan aske...
Maya stood at the edge of Jessica's inground pool, toes curling against the warm concrete. The party was already in full swing — literal swimming strokes, metaphorical social ones ...
The iPhone buzzed against my palm — another group chat blowout I wasn't part of. Typical Friday night: Jordan's pool party, everyone having canonical best-summers-ever, and me clin...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could probably water plants with them. First day at Vista Ridge High, and she'd already managed to get lost three times before lunch. The soc...
My fedora was supposed to be my armor. Stupid, I know — but at fifteen, a vintage felt hat feels like personality in object form. I'd found it at a thrift shop, convinced that if I...
The morning after the party, I felt like a zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. I dragged myself to the bathroom mirror and—yup. There it was. A bright green piece of ...