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The bathroom counter was basically a pharmacy at this point. Vitamin C for immunity. Vitamin D for mood. B-complex for energy. My mom meant well, but no amount of supplements could...
Maya's hair had declared mutiny. Again. The frizz was doing something aggressively three-dimensional, making her look like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. Not the vibe ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat explosion. Someone was definitely talking about her. "You coming tonight?" flashed across the screen fr...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was more real than the actual pyramid my mom had dragged us to Egypt to see last summer. At least the pyramids in Giza had stood for thousands ...
The dugout smelled like old pine tar and teenage boy sweat — basically, the essence of my entire freshman year. Marco sat beside me, currently having what his mom called 'a hair cr...
The pyramid of red solo cups towered over the kitchen counter like some sacred monument to teenage recklessness. I stood there clutching my vitamin water like a lifeline, lowkey re...
The vintage bucket hat pulled low over my eyes wasn't exactly doing its job. I'd spent two hours curling my hair and picking this outfit, yet here I was, hiding in Maya's basement ...
Maya's chlorine-damaged **hair** was the least of her problems. Standing at the **padel** court, she felt like a fraud. The summer camp's elite crew dominated the space, and she wa...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket—a thick, curly curtain she could hide behind whenever algebra got too confusing or Jason's eyes lingered too long across the lunchr...
Maya smoothed her sunscreen, the coconut scent fighting against chlorine's permanent grip on the pool deck. Another summer, another season of pretending she belonged while feeling ...
The locker room smelled like chlorine and cheap body spray, a combination I'd inhaled every day for three years. Coach Miller called me "Little Bull" because of how I charged throu...
The Friday night lights of the county fair blurred as I sprinted past the Tilt-A-Whirl, running from a conversation I wasn't ready to have. "Leo! Wait up!" Maya's voice carried ov...