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Riley's hair looked like a lawnmower had gone rogue. Three days before sophomore year photos, and she'd let her cousin practice his 'YouTube barber skills' on her. Now she was rock...
My hair was supposed to be sunset purple. That was the plan. Instead, I looked like a traffic cone exploded on my head. "It's not that bad," Maya said, barely looking up from her...
My hair had never betrayed me until freshman year. One morning it exploded into a frizzy halo that refused to be tamed, earning me the nickname Bear from Jake, the varsity padel st...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, was supposed to be her emotional support animal, but right now he was basically a traitor. He'd already dragged her toward the bonfire three times,...
I stood by the snack table clutching my phone like a lifeline, feeling like a total zombie. My mom had made me promise to take my vitamin D supplement before leaving—"because teena...
The bathroom mirror didn't lie. Jordan's hair was orange. Not good orange. Traffic cone orange. The kind of orange that announced itself before you even walked into a room. Three h...
I felt like a total spy, lurking behind the concession stand in my too-tight lifeguard uniform while Chloe and her friends dominated the deep end. This was day three of my summer j...
Maya dragged her feet into Jordan's house party, feeling like a total zombie after finals week. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her hair — those perfect beach waves she'd been pr...
The first day at Lincoln High felt like walking into a zombie apocalypse, except instead of brains, everyone wanted your social media handles. I'd spent the summer obsessing over m...
Maya hated running. Which was unfortunate, since she'd somehow let Jessica talk her into joining the cross-country team. Now here she was, third week of sophomore year, trudging th...
The carnival goldfish lived in a bowl on my nightstand, a reminder of my mom's failed attempt to win me something cool last summer. His name was Barry, which felt like naming a roc...
The padel court sizzled under July sun as Maya adjusted her grip on the racket. First day at the country club, still practically a nobody among these kids who'd known each other si...