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Maya stared into her bathroom mirror, hands shaking. The box dye promised "sunset copper" but her hair now looked like a traffic cone orange. Which was terrible timing since the Sp...
I was already late—again—running down Harbor Street with my shoes untied and my heart hammering like I'd just finished a 5K. Mom was gonna kill me if I missed another curfew, espec...
Maya's mom had pushed the green smoothie toward her that morning with that look — the one that said I read this on a wellness blog and now it's your problem. Maya had downed the sp...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip the plastic bag. Three hours ago, I'd won this goldfish at the carnival — now I was crashing Jake Morrison's party with a live pet...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in her frizzy hair. Three hours before the Winter Formal, and her hair had declared war. She yanked her dad's old fedora from the ho...
The party was already mid-tier when Maya arrived, clutching her plastic bag like it contained the Crown Jewels. Inside, her carnival prize—a ridiculously large goldfish she'd named...
Maya's fingers trembled as she reached for the vintage fur hat—actual fox fur, soft and wild and probably offensive, but something about it called to her. The thrift store smelled ...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, fingers tracing the orange-and-white faux fur trim of her new beanie. A tiny fox face looked back from the front — tacky, bold, compl...
Jay's double life was killing him. By day, just another sophomore trying to survive AP Chem and avoid making eye contact with Maya in fourth period. By Friday nights? He was *that*...
My hair was doing that thing again — that awkward half-curl situation that made me look like I'd stuck a fork in an electrical outlet. I stared at the bathroom mirror, already drea...
The whole school knew her as Fox — red hair, sharp smile, eyes that always seemed three steps ahead of whatever game you thought you were playing. She ruled the sophomore hall with...
Maya's palms were sweating again. She wiped them on her apron, which only made things worse. Three hours into her shift at Vitality Zone and she was still terrified of making a mis...