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Chloe's summer job at the pet store was supposed to be chill—just feed the animals, clean cages, maybe snag employee discount on those premium dog treats she couldn't afford. But t...
Maya's orange hair wasn't a cry for attention. It was a declaration. After years of blending into beige classroom walls and agreeing with whatever her friends said, she'd finally d...
Maya pulled her beanie down tighter, even though it was eighty-five degrees. The hat was her armor—without it, she felt naked, exposed like she'd forgotten to put on actual clothes...
The invitation said 'pool party,' but Maya's brain heard 'social execution.' Standing at the edge of the Crystal family's swimming pool in her mismatched bikini (top from Target, b...
The funeral was supposed to be dignified. Maya had planned the whole thing in her head—somber music, maybe a tiny cardboard casket, definitely some meaningful words about loss and ...
The invitation had said 'pool party,' but Maya stood at the edge of the concrete deck feeling like she'd accidentally walked onto the set of a music video she hadn't auditioned for...
Maya's gonna be here in ten minutes and the HDMI cable is dead. Again. I'm behind my aunt's ancient TV, tangled in wires like an idiot, sweating through my favorite black hoodie. ...
The carnival lights blurred into neon streaks as Mia squeezed through the crowd, her phone practically glued to her hand. Her iPhone screen showed three unsent texts to Jordan—the ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it looked like a **fox** had attacked her head while she slept—streaky orange patches framed her face in a way that scre...
Maya's palms were sweating. And her phone was buzzing in her pocket. And her childhood bear—Mr. Cuddles, god, even the name made her cringe—was currently shoved in the bottom of ...
The pool party at Jordan's house was exactly where Maya didn't want to be. She tugged the brim of her baseball hat lower, creating a tiny shadow that felt like armor against the su...
Maya's phone buzzed. Third text from Kai this hour. *U coming? Everyone's asking.* She stared at her reflection. The vintage bucket hat sat crooked on her curls, part of her whole...