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My hair looked like a golden retriever had used it as a chew toy. Which wasn't entirely far from the truth. "You've got to be kidding me," I muttered, staring into the bathroom mi...
The pool party was already lit when Maya dragged me through the gate. Music thumped, people laughed, and in the center of it all, the water glittered like something from a TikTok f...
The hat was my mom's. This bucket hat thing she'd worn in the 90s, now somehow 'vintage' and exactly what I needed to complete my fake-it-til-you-make-it transformation for sophomo...
My hair was supposed to be layers. That's what I told the stylist at SuperCuts. Instead, I walked out looking like a startled poodle. This was not ideal for someone who'd been plan...
Maya's iphone slipped from sweaty fingers, time moving like that slow-motion scene in every movie ever. The screen spiderwebbed against the pavement, right outside Jordan's house. ...
Marcus stood frozen in the middle of his abuela's backyard, staring down the massive bull that had decided the grass was greener on the other side of the fence. His phone buzzed in...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill. Just the squad, some snacks, maybe a game of volleyball. But I should've known better. Nothing's ever chill when Mia's aro...
Maya's phone buzzed with texts she couldn't answer. House party. Her first. Of course Jordan would be there. Jordan, whose smile made Maya forget basic English. Maya, who'd spent t...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool Netflix kind with perfect smoky eye makeup and torn clothes, but the awkward real-life version: hoodie pulled low, phone clutched like a lifel...
Jamie's palms were sweating so much she could practically water the dying succulent on her windowsill. Sixteen years old and she'd never successfully talked to Caleb without soundi...
I looked like a zombie. Like, actual walking dead status, thanks to three hours of sleep and AP History crunch time. My brown hair was doing this weird electrocuted-frizz thing tha...
The vitamin gummies lived in my locker, next to the photo of me and Chloe that was starting to curl at the corners. Freshman year had been going exactly according to plan: volleyba...