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The orange sunset painted the sky as I burst out the back doors of Eastwood High, my track cleats slapping against the pavement. Coach Martinez would kill me if she knew I was ditc...
Maya's hair had been a disaster since seventh grade. The frizz, the cowlick, the unfortunate home-dye incident that turned it green for two weeks. Now a sophomore, she'd finally fo...
Maya's hair had taken three hours. She'd straightened it twice, burned her forehead with the curling iron, and used enough product to stock a small salon. Because Jake was going to...
The party raged around me like a living thing, bass thumping against my chest, while I stood clutching my red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. This was it — the summer before sopho...
Jordan's hands were literally shaking when she hit post. The TikTok she'd just uploaded — her "bear" interpretation dance from summer camp — was out there for the entire school to ...
Maya's hair had always been basically invisible. mousy brown, always in a messy bun, the kind of hair that says "I apologize for existing." But today, with Halloween store purple d...
Maya's hair had decided to stage a rebellion. Again. She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, her curls defying gravity, product, and reason. The old baseball hat—her dad's, fade...
Maya dragged herself through the beach party like a literal zombie. Finals week had turned her brain into mush, and the only thing keeping her upright was the sheer force of caffei...
Maya felt like a total zombie after third period AP Chem. Mr. Harrison's lectures had that special power to drain the life force right out of you. She slumped against her locker, d...
I'd been running from my problems since seventh grade, but Coach Miller made it literal—cross-country practice at 6 AM. My legs burned like I'd been chugging hot sauce instead of G...
Jordan's new iPhone 15 buzzed on the bench, screen lighting up with another Snapchat notification he'd ignore. Sweat dripped down his back as he adjusted his grip on the padel rack...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she approached the cafeteria. The social pyramid at Northwood High was brutal, and she'd just climbed—or tumbled—down a level. Third period: Mr. He...