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Maya's braces caught the cafeteria fluorescent lights as she laughed at Jake's joke. Everything was perfect until her best friend Layla whispered, "You've got spinach in your teeth...
Maya's older sister Chloe was basically Instagram royalty. At 19, Chloe had everything: a perfect feed, thousands of followers, and what she called a 'wellness empire' selling thos...
Maya stared at her reflection, horror-struck. The haircut was supposed to be layers. Instead, she looked like a bewildered poodle. Prom was in three days, and she'd be lucky if her...
My summer job as a lifeguard wasn't exactly the glamorous gig I'd pictured. Instead of saving lives and looking heroic, I spent eight hours a day playing spy from my elevated chair...
Maya's vintage thrift store bucket hat was her armor. Against the pyramid of high school popularity—freshmen at the bottom, seniors at the pinnacle—she needed something. The cafete...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she held her iphone over the spinach dip. Perfect lighting. Perfect angle. Three, two, one— "Did you just post that?" Chloe whispered, eyes ...
Sam's collection of hats lined his bedroom shelf like different versions of himself he couldn't quite commit to. The fedora for Art Club Sam. The beanie for Sad Poet Sam. The snapb...
The chlorine **water** burned Maya's eyes, but not as much as the way everyone was staring. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting her eyeliner just to ruin it three minutes int...
The curls were supposed to be beachy blonde highlights. Instead, my hair turned neon green. "Maya, your hair is..." Lisa couldn't even finish the sentence. "A disaster? A crime a...
I never meant to become a private investigator. But when your best friend is crushing on the varsity shortstop and you're the designated wingman, you pick up some skills. "Spencer...
The invitation came like lightning—fast, unexpected, and totally terrifying me out. "Pool party at my place, Friday," Tyler had said, flashing that smile that made my brain do thi...
The papaya sat abandoned on the pristine white table, its vibrant orange flesh mocking the perfectly curated aesthetic of Tyler's backyard pool party. I grabbed it, seeking solace ...