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Harper tugged at her curls again. They were electric today—literally and figuratively. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame them into something socially acceptable, but he...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a **pool** with them. Not that anyone would notice. Everyone was too busy obsessing over Jordan—the baseball god of Nor...
The mid-July heat transformed the backyard pool into a shimmering oasis, drawing everyone from our sophomore class to Jake's house. I stood near the snack table, nursing a flat ora...
Maya stared at the box of hair dye like it was a bomb. **Orange**. Bright, screaming-at-the-world orange. Her mom would definitely freak. Her friends would definitely have thoughts...
The backyard pool shimmered like liquid blue Jell-O under the July heat, but I was drowning in anxiety. This was it — Jessica's annual end-of-summer bash, and I'd spent three hours...
I was curled up on my bed, doom-scrolling through Instagram on my iPhone, comparing my behind-the-scenes to everyone else's highlight reel. The third vitamin C gummy of the day sat...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her sweaty palm, screen cracked but still glowing with that notification she'd been waiting for all summer. Pool party at the Chen's. You coming? She s...
Maya smoothed down the ridiculous sequined hat for the third time. It was shaped like a sarcophagus — her aunt's idea of "authentic" Egyptian decor for her thirteenth birthday part...
Maya's **orange** hair was already frizzing at the roots, and she'd only been at Jordan's pool party for twenty minutes. The chlorine smell hung heavy in the July humidity, and pra...
The thing about the country club social pyramid was this: I thought I was at the bottom, but it turned out I was just looking at it upside down. It started with the hair. My mom s...
I'd been dodging gym class for three weeks. Not because I hated exercise—I played basketball every weekend—but because Coach Miller had announced the swimming unit, and there was n...
The heat wave hit Mesa Verde the same week my life turned into a complete disaster. I was fifteen, practically invisible at school, and somehow I'd convinced myself that learning t...