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The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. Orange hair—vibrant, electric, the color of construction barriers and solar flares. Maya grinned, spraying another layer of dry shampoo. Summ...
The papaya smoothie sat untouched on the bench beside me, condensation pooling at its base like my nerves. I'd been watching them from behind the chain-link fence for three weeks—t...
Maya's older brother said the party would be legendary, but standing in his friend Tyler's backyard at 11 PM, legendary wasn't the word she'd use. Awkward? More like it. The sophom...
Chloe's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool party. Everyone looked so effortless, floating and laughing like they'd been born with gills. Meanwhile, she was ...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen at 11:47 PM, refreshing Instagram for the fourth time in two minutes. The notifications rolled in like waves, each like a tiny hit of v...
The pool water glowed that fake electric blue, the kind that looks good on Instagram but feels like chemicals on your skin. I stood at the edge, orange soda in hand, watching every...
Maya's first week at Northwood High and she'd already earned a nickname: The Spy. Not because she was cool and mysterious—she'd been caught lurking behind the gym watching the popu...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool Netflix kind—just a sixteen-year-old hollowed out by three months of doom-scrolling through everyone else's perfect summer while I rotted on my c...
Jay was technically supposed to be lifeguarding his neighbor's pool, but in reality, he was approximately 95% pool zombie. He'd spent the entire morning marathoning zombie apocalyp...
Maya slumped against the gym wall during lunch, watching Jordan stack empty Dr Pepper cans into a wobbly pyramid. Three rows. Seven total. The top can kept sliding off like it was ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sleek and sophisticated for sophomore year's first big party. Instead, she'd spent forty-five minutes fighting with her curling iron until her frizzy...
I was literally running for my life. Okay, maybe not ACTUALLY running for my life, but definitely running away from the most humiliating moment in the history of my sixteen years o...