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Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her red faux-fur jacket like a security blanket. Her best friend Sofia had dubbed it her "fox coat" last year because Maya pract...
Maya's third-day-old curls fought a losing battle against humidity, the frizz crowning her head like a halo of unfortunate decisions. She'd chopped ten inches yesterday — a bold po...
Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity, a chaotic halo she'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame. Her best friend since fourth grade, Chloe, stood across the pool laughing with th...
The pool party was already giving Maya major second-hand embarrassment, and she'd only been there ten minutes. Cameron's backyard looked like something out of a teen movie — too-pe...
Maya's orange curls earned her the nickname Fox in seventh grade, thanks to some random mean girl who'd hiss "little fox" whenever she walked by. The name should've died freshman y...
Maya's iphone buzzed against her wrist, another Instagram notification from Jordan. She'd been semi-stalking his profile for three weeks now—basically a certified social media spy ...
The community pool smelled like chlorine and teen spirit, which basically meant too much cheap body spray and nervous energy. I stood by the snack table, clutching a paper plate li...
I felt like a total spy, lurking behind the gym doors watching the popular kids eat lunch. The social pyramid at Northwood High had me firmly planted at the bottom—somewhere near t...
Maya's thumb had been moving on autopilot for forty-seven minutes. That's how long she'd been doomscrolling through everyone's perfect lives while curled up on her bedroom floor, h...
I felt like a zombie dragging myself through third period, my brain still mushy from the math test that had absolutely no business being that hard. At least baseball practice would...
Maya's thumb had been scrolling for forty-seven minutes straight. Her brain felt like mush—officially in zombie mode, that glazed-over state where your body is technically alive bu...
Maya's hair was supposed to be perfect. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron, determined to impress Jake at his party. Instead, she was currently sprinting down a dark...