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Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hand shaking as it hovered over the scissors. The **hair** she'd grown out since sixth grade—long, dark, and safe—stared back at her...
Jaxon hated the pool parties. Absolutely hated them. Every summer, it was the same ritual: pull on the trunks that felt too tight, grab his lucky hat—the beat-up Dodgers cap his gr...
Maya's iphone was at 3% when she finally found Austin by the keg. She'd been feeling like a zombie all night—autopilot-smiling at people she barely knew, nodding at jokes she didn'...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her armor for freshman year. Instead, it looked like she'd lost a fight with a lawnmower. "It's giving 'I tried,'" Chloe said, barely looking up fro...
The pool rippled with that fake-blue chemical glow, the kind that makes everyone look like they're underwater even when they're not. Maya stood at the edge, wearing a swimsuit that...
Maya's limbs felt like they'd been replaced with wet noodles as she dragged herself toward the padel court. The fluorescent lights of the sports complex buzzed overhead, matching t...
Maya's palms were sweating again. That's what happened when Leo—the fox-eyed junior who'd transferred to Ridgeview three weeks ago—looked at you in AP Chem like he was solving an e...
The invitation said "pool party," but my brain heard "social suicide." Yet here I was, standing by the deep end in my swim trunks, clutching a plastic bag like my life depended on ...
Maya stared into her bathroom mirror, fighting back tears. The box had promised "Subtle Caramel Highlights." What she'd gotten was more like "I Spilled Orange Juice on My Head." H...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like it was armor. The water glowed that artificial blue that only exists in suburban backyards and Instagram filters. Someo...
Maya's iphone buzzed on her nightstand at 2 AM, the screen cutting through the darkness like a digital lighthouse. Another text from Jordan—the friend who'd been ghosting her all w...
I was basically a zombie by Friday. Third consecutive all-nighter for AP History, soccer practice until six, then my parents dragging me to that 'networking event' where I had to s...