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Jordan sat on the bathroom counter, staring at the disaster that was their hair. The supposed "best salon in town" had turned them into a poodle who'd lost a fight with a lawnmower...
Marcus dragged himself to third period feeling like a certified zombie. Three hours of sleep would do that to you—especially when you'd spent half the night overthinking that text ...
Maya's palms were practically dripping as she stood outside Tyler's house. This was it — her first actual high school party. The bass thumped through the door like a second heartbe...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, it looked like a dried papaya had exploded on her head. The box promised "subtle auburn warmth" but delivered "aggressive ora...
Maya felt like a zombie as she dragged herself through the front door at 11:47 PM on a Tuesday. Three AP classes, debate club, and her mom's 'we need to talk' lecture had officiall...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even clocked in. 6:45 AM at the Glenview Pool, and I was already questioning every life choice that led me to this moment. "You look like actual...
Maya's sweaty palms left smudges on the glossy brochure. Another Monday morning, another assembly where some cool older kid tried to sell everyone dreams. "This isn't just a **vit...
Marcus stood in right field, glove practically sweating through his palms. First week of freshman year and he'd already earned the nickname 'The Spy' — mostly because he spent more...
Maya's vintage corduroy hat was gone. Straight-up vanished. She'd left it on the bench during third period PE, and now? Ghosted. "Yo, you good?" asked Kai, sliding onto the bench ...
The heat hit me like a wall the second I stepped out the door. Arizona in July, and I was voluntarily going to a party? I must be losing it. But Maya had texted me. *Hey, coming to...
Maya's lungs burned like someone had lit a match inside her chest. She'd been **running** laps since freshman year because her dad swore it would look good on college applications,...
Maya's foster cat — a neurotic ginger named Sphinx — was currently running circles around her legs as she sat on her front porch, clutching the acceptance letter from Riverside Aca...