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Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, staring at the bottle of hair gel his mom had bought him. Some 'fortified with biotin and essential vitamin' stuff that smelled like c...
The backyard pool glittered with blue LED lights, casting everything in an electric glow that felt more like a club than Maya's sixteenth birthday. Kai stood near the deep end, nur...
The party was already mid-swing when Maya slipped through the back door, heart hammering like a trapped bird. Social situations were basically her personal torture chamber, but Ryd...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking as she held the bottle of **orange** hair dye. Her mom would freak. Her friends would talk. But something about walking into sophomore year as th...
Maya stood in the corner of Jordan's basement, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The bass from the speakers thumped against her ribs, matching the nervous rhythm of her heart. T...
Marcus's first week at Metro Cable Installation was either gonna be epic or a total disaster. The other techs were mostly college guys who treated him like a little brother—or wors...
My hair was doing that thing where it defies physics, humidity, and every single hair product I own. Welcome to sophomore year, where your appearance exists solely to betray you. ...
Maya's copper hair — practically fox-orange — was supposed to be her reinvention era. Fresh start, new her, goodbye to the friend group that had unceremoniously kicked her out of t...
Lena's summer of reinvention started with a padel racket and ended with a backyard full of rotting spinach. The plan was simple: level up her social game before sophomore year. Pa...
The first time I saw them at the padel court, I froze. Quarter-zipped polos, expensive sneakers, laughing like they owned the place. I'd just moved to this suburb and already felt ...
Marcus had been running from everything since eighth grade — from his dad's expectations, from the track team he quit, from the whisper-fest in the cafeteria about why the fastest ...
Jordan's pocket buzzed for the third time in thirty seconds. Her iphone, practically glowing through her swim bag's thin fabric. Probably the group chat exploding about Tyler's par...