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The first time I dyed my hair orange, Mom said I looked like a traffic cone. That was the point. Junior year was supposed to be my glow-up era, but instead I was navigating the ca...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, her converse slapping against the pavement. Behind her, Jake's laugh trailed away with the rest of the cross country team. They'd meant it a...
The first day of sophomore year, I had spinach stuck in my teeth. Not just a little—like, full-on green garden lodged between my front incisors while trying to talk to Mia Rodrigue...
Maya's summer job as a lifeguard at the Pinecrest Community Pool had three requirements: whistle, sunscreen, and the ability to pretend she didn't see eighth graders attempting to ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket, lighting up with another notification from the group chat. *U coming or what?* She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the keyboard. Her c...
The strip mall psychic's shop smelled like incense and desperation. Exactly what Maya needed before freshman year. "Cross my palm with silver," the woman said, not looking up from...
The papaya sat in my backpack like a neon-orange accusation. Mom had sliced it fresh that morning, sprinkled it with lime, and tucked it into Tupperware with a note that said 'For ...
The pool at the Hendersons' house glittered like something from a TikTok I'd watched but never lived. I clutched my towel like armor, watching from the safety of the patio chairs. ...
I felt like a walking zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you — especially when you spent the whole night doomscrolling on your iPhone, watching Every. Single. Story. Emma...
The kitchen counter was littered with red Solo cups and half-eaten pizza, but Maya's eyes kept drifting back to him—Jordan, the senior with the hair that fell across his forehead l...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed at 2:47 AM, casting ghostly shadows across her ceiling as she doomscrolled through yet another Instagram feed of perfect lives. She felt like a zombie, ...
"Fox! You gonna smash that or what?" Maya yelled from across the padel court, her neon yellow wristband glowing like she'd personally invented color. I froze, racquet hovering mid...