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The hair was supposed to be the problem. Mom's face when I walked out of the bathroom with newly-dyed purple hair was literally a picture-worthy moment—like, screenshot, send to th...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was less architecture and more obstacle course, and Marcus had been stuck at the bottom since seventh grade. But junior year was different. Thi...
Maya stared at her reflection, the fedora sitting slightly crooked on her head. The thrift store hat wasn't exactly trending at Northwood High, but something about it felt right. L...
I was a certified zombie. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, and I'd survived on approximately four hours of sleep total and an unholy amount of Mountain Dew. But somehow, ...
The August heat pressed against Maya's skin like a heavy blanket as she stood at the edge of Mrs. Chen's pool, clutching her towel like a shield. This was supposed to be the ultima...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz, but the humidity had other plans. Great. Just great. The biggest pool party of the summer...
Maya stared at the empty goldfish bowl on her nightstand. RIP Bubbles, gone too soon at the tender age of three weeks. The memorial service had been emotional, even if her cat Moch...
The cafeteria was chaotic as usual when Maya noticed HIM. Lucas. The same Lucas who'd sat behind her in biology since September, whose voice sounded like autumn leaves crunching. T...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—frizzing out like she'd stuck her finger in a electrical socket. She groaned at her reflection, slamming the bathroom cabinet. The vitamin gu...
The papaya sat on the kitchen counter like some kind of alien artifact—bright orange, weirdly speckled, completely out of place in Grandma's tiny kitchen. I poked it. 'What even IS...
Lila yanked the bucket hat down lower. The brim shadowed her eyes like a personal eclipse—exactly the vibe she wanted. Fourteen and going into high school in August, she'd decided ...
The bass thumped through Maya's chest as she leaned against the kitchen island, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. Another Friday night at Jessica's party, and she felt like a z...