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My black beanie stayed glued to my head even in August, a total vibe-killer according to my best friend Kai. But it was my armor, my way of existing without fully being seen. I'd p...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizz halo that screamed I'd spent three hours trying to look effortless. Maya's party started in twenty minutes, and I was currently having ...
The orange hair dye was supposed to be subtle highlights. That's what the box promised. Instead, Maya looked like a traffic cone exploded on her head. "Maya, what did you DO?" Her...
My hair was supposed to be sun-kissed bronze. Instead, it looked like a desperate pumpkin had thrown up on my head. "You look... festive," Maya said, barely glancing up from her p...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his designer water bottle like it was a lifeline. Or maybe like it was the stupidest purchase he'd ever made, which was definitely s...
Maya survived seventh period by becoming a sphinx. She sat at the back of Mr. Henderson's classroom, silent and observant, watching the high school ecosystem operate around her lik...
The worst thing about getting a buzz cut you didn't want? Everyone notices. Especially when you're fifteen and your hair was literally the only thing you liked about yourself. So ...
I signed up for padel lessons because Chloe did. That's the pathetic truth. Chloe, with her perfect hair and her thousand Instagram followers, posted a story holding a padel racket...
The pool party blared with music I didn't recognize, laughter that felt too loud, and the kind of social energy that made my chest tight. I sat on the deck chair, my oversized buck...
Maya's palms were sweating — literally dripping — as she stood against the basement wall, clutching a red plastic cup like it was her only lifeline. The ninth grade social pyramid ...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was honestly ironic considering she was sitting directly under the stadium lights that were supposed to be illuminating Travis's perfect profile, ...
Maya's palm was sweating against the remote control. Again. Three weeks of this. Three weeks of watching him through the ghostly static of the cable connection her older brother h...