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The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My hair, once mousy brown, now glowed radioactive orange. Three boxes of dye. One questionable YouTube tutorial. Zero parental permission. "...
Kae stood in front of the mirror, popping her third gummy **vitamin** of the week. Not because she needed them—her mom had bought the giant bottle from Costco and left it on the co...
Maya's hair was supposed to be subtle highlights. Warm, golden-brown whispers of change. Instead, it came out screaming orange. Like, traffic cone, Cheeto dust, nuclear sunset oran...
Maya gripped the brim of her dad's old baseball hat, twisting it until the fabric nearly ripped. Sofia used to be her friend - her ride-or-die, the person who'd skip algebra just ...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket like an anxious heartbeat. House party. Everyone from school will be there. You coming? She stared at her iPhone screen, thumb hovering over the...
Maya stared at her reflection, eyes widening in horror. Her normally sleek hair had gone full zombie — frizzy, wild, and completely out of control. Prom was in two hours, and she l...
Maya's brain felt like it had been through a blender. AP History was kicking her butt, and she'd spent the entire weekend staring at ancient Egyptian cartoons for her group project...
Marcus had been talking bull all week—claiming he could ride anything at the county fair, but when we actually got to the rodeo grounds, he looked like he was about to puke. "You ...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I didn't care. Friday night at Marcos's pool party was basically social suicide to miss, and here I was, hovering near the snack table like a goldfi...
I'd been running background intel on Chloe for six weeks. Not like a creepy spy or anything—just, you know, thorough social media reconnaissance. I knew her coffee order (oat milk ...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool complex, her heart hammering like she'd just finished a laps-set. Summer between freshman and sophomore year was supposed to be legenda...
Maya's perfectly curated fit wasn't supposed to include rain. Her new black dress, thrifted for maximum indie-cred aesthetic, was currently absorbing water like a disaster she coul...