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Maya stood at the chain-link fence, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The Caddy backyard was already packed—laughter spilling over the water, music vibrating through the humid J...
Maya pulled the bucket hat lower, her fingers tracing the brim. It was already ninety degrees and climbing, but no way was she exposing the disaster that was her hair to the entire...
Marcus adjusted his snapback for the fiftieth time, checking his reflection in the darkened window of the closed T-shirt stand. The hat was essential — his hair was doing something...
Maya's summer was supposed to be about reinvention. Freshman year had been a disaster—awkward friend groups, embarrassing moments in gym class, and that one time she'd thrown up in...
Maya's summer was officially spiraling. Her parents had decided she needed "more responsibility" (translation: free labor), so they'd volunteered her to help at the local pet store...
The bass thrummed through Jordan's chest as she stood outside the bathroom, clutching the scissors like they might bite her. Three inches of dark curls lay in the sink like fallen ...
Maya gripped her iphone until her knuckles turned white, thumb hovering over Instagram Stories. The Schmidt twins had already posted three photos from the pool party, each one maki...
Maya's first house party buzzed with bass that rattled the windows and nervous energy she couldn't quite place. She'd spent forty minutes on her hair—curling the strands until they...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She gripped the starting line marker until her knuckles turned white, the plastic digging into her skin. Cross country tryouts. Freshman year. T...
The bull market died at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday, right as I was supposed to be studying for AP Econ. "It's gone," Dad whispered from his office, the glow of five monitors painting h...
Maya stood by the punch bowl like it was her lifeline, which technically it was—nothing says 'I'm definitely not having a panic attack at the Spring Fling' like chugging fruit punc...
Maya's hair was supposed to be a subtle aubrian highlights situation. Instead, she emerged from her bathroom with hair the color of a traffic cone — aggressively, violently orange....