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My hair betrayed me first. Second period chemistry, when Marcus leaned over to borrow a pencil, I caught my reflection in the lab mirror — a frizzy halo exploding around my head li...
Maya's hair had never looked worse. Frizzy from humidity, falling out of her attempt at a messy bun, and she was pretty sure there was actual glitter still stuck in it from homecom...
Maya was dying inside. Literally. The neon green polyester hat her manager called a "visor" was doing absolutely nothing for her glow-up, and the AC at Tropical Twist was barely fi...
The baseball field behind Jordan's house had seen better days. Weeds cracked through the baseline, and the backstop leaned like it'd given up on life. But tonight, none of that mat...
The pyramid scheme came to our kitchen table on a Tuesday. Mom sat me down with a pitcher of neon-pink lemonade and a binder full of circles drawn inside bigger circles. "It's abo...
Maya's **cat**, Pickles, chose that exact moment to knock over the papaya smoothie she'd been stressed-Instagramming for twenty minutes. The bright orange splatter across her white...
The party was already dead when Mia found it. A battered leather hat sitting on a coatrack like it owned the place. She didn't even like hats—they gave her hat hair and made her fo...
The pool party was already in full swing when I arrived late, clutching my towel like a security blanket. Someone's older brother had DJ setup going, and the backyard was packed wi...
Chloe's first mistake was wearing the two-piece. Her second mistake was arriving before anyone else. The community pool stretched before her like an exposed nerve, glittering and j...
Riley felt like a straight-up **zombie** at 7 AM, clutching her pool bag like it contained state secrets. Summer swim practice wasn't supposed to start until June, but here she was...
Maya stared at the paper in her hands—tryouts for the varsity baseball team. Again. Her dad's dream, not hers. "You coming?" Lena called from the doorway, already dressed for pade...
The humidity was already ninety percent when I rolled up to Taylor's party, my hair frizzing like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. I should've known better than to wear...