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I was definitely a zombie. Like, actual walking dead status. Third period AP Euro had drained my remaining life force, and my brain was operating on three hours of sleep and one ic...
The papaya sat on the poolside table like a radioactive alien egg, mocking me. "You gonna try it, or just stare at it all day?" Marcus asked, grinning with that annoying confiden...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she felt like she'd dip-dyed them in a pool. Standing outside Tyler's house, she smoothed her costume for the millionth time—a hastily assembled ...
Maya's hair had been an accident—literally. The orange dye job was supposed to be 'sunset copper,' but she'd fallen asleep with it in, and now she looked like a traffic cone. Her m...
The mirror showed a disaster. My hair, usually a manageable mess of curls, had somehow transformed into a rebellion against gravity itself. Mom's attempt at "trimming the ends" las...
My hair had always been basic brown. The kind of hair that doesn't get noticed, doesn't get complimented, definitely doesn't get featured on anyone's Instagram feed. But that was b...
Maya tugged the brim of her dad's oversized fishing hat lower, praying it would somehow make her invisible. The pool party raged around her — seniors with perfect skin doing cannon...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizz-halo that made me look like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical outlet. I smoothed it with my sweaty palm, checking my reflection in the ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his iPhone like a lifeline. The screen glowed with fourteen unread messages from the group chat—everyone asking where he was. "You...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it looked like a radioactive fox had exploded on her head. She stared at her bathroom mirror, fighting back tears as her...
The first thing I noticed about Palm Bluffs Country Club wasn't the actual palm trees lining the driveway, but how everyone already seemed to know each other. Like, actually know e...
Maya's brain felt like a **zombie** had taken up residence — dead tired but somehow still walking through the hallways of Northwood High. She'd spent half the night doom-scrolling ...