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Maya's mom had given her the worst haircut in human history. Like, actually tragic. She'd tried to fix Maya's split ends but somehow created a mullet situation that defied all logi...
Maya stood frozen in the doorway of Tyler's basement, the thumping bass vibrating through her converse. This was it—her first real high school party, and she was already regretting...
Marcus adjusted his collar for the third time, the country club air conditioning doing absolutely nothing for his nerves. His mom had been going on about this networking opportunit...
Maya adjusted the brim of her dad's oversized fedora, pulling it low over her eyes. The hat had become her armor lately—a way to disappear in the hallways between classes while eve...
My hair was doing that thing again — the frizz explosion that happened every time humidity hit above 60%. Which meant every day this July. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, ...
I was operating on serious zombie mode. Like, actual walking dead status. Three hours of sleep because I stayed up doomscrolling TikTok until 3 AM watching hair transformation vide...
The hair disaster happened on a Tuesday. That was the first problem. "It's... bold," Maya had said, staring at my reflection in the cafeteria mirror. Bold was code for "I can't be...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, heart pounding. Her best friend since seventh grade, Chelsea, had just sent their group chat a message that made Maya's stomach drop. "Guys, chec...
Maya's life had become a zombie-like routine: 4:30 AM alarms, chlorinated skin, and the endless black line at the bottom of the pool. But today—the day of Regionals—she'd accidenta...
The bathroom mirror showed a disaster. My hair—supposed to be a subtle sunset brown—was screaming ORANGE. Like, traffic cone orange. Like, I-joined-a-clown-college orange. "Mia! Y...
I was basically a zombie by third period. Finals week will do that to you—turn seventeen-year-olds into the walking dead. I'd survived on three hours of sleep and questionable cafe...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own today, frizzing up like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Great. Just what she needed when Tyler—the actual sphinx of the sophomore ...