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Chloe's mom nearly dropped her coffee mug when Chloe walked into the kitchen Monday morning. "Your HAIR!" she gasped. "What did you DO?" Chloe ran a hand through her newly pink-d...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers touching the disaster zone that was supposed to be layered bangs. The DIY haircut video made it look so easy, but now she looked like she'd l...
Maya pressed her sweating **palm** against her thigh, trying to look casual as she leaned against the kitchen island. House parties weren't exactly her vibe, but when your best fri...
Leo adjusted his vitamin gummies - the orange ones gave him weird burps - and slumped against the chain-link fence. Another Tuesday of watching Jake Rodriguez crush batting practic...
The **orange** sunset painted the sky like melting sherbet as I stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching my towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already splashing around, l...
The bear head smelled like three years of teenage sweat and desperation. I rotated the heavy foam helmet, checking my reflection in the gym bathroom mirror. Perfect. Just me, Benny...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket, another Instagram story she'd swipe past without seeing. The party at Tyler's house was exactly what she expected—too loud, too many people tryin...
The humidity was thick enough to chew on, but Maya's heart was pounding harder than the thunder rumbling in the distance. End-of-season pool party. Jack's house. The social event o...
Maya stood in front of her mirror, adjusting her dad's old fedora **hat**. The brim was slightly bent, but it gave her zombie costume a weird kind of elegance. Not that anyone woul...
Maya's Vans slipped on the concrete as she power-walked away from the Miller's backyard fence, heart hammering like she'd just finished a 5K. But she wasn't running for exercise — ...
Maya's mom's sphinx cat, Mrs. Whiskers, stared judgmentally from the window as Maya adjusted her beanie for the tenth time. The hat was supposed to be her armor—first house party a...
Maya's been running from her feelings all semester. Literally running — varsity cross country practice every day until her legs burned, trying to outrun the way her stomach did bac...