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Maya's hands were shaking so bad she almost dropped the box dye on the bathroom tile. *Ginger Flame*. The color on the packaging looked nothing like her boring brown hair that had ...
The neon orange adidas tank top was Mara's mom's idea. "You'll be impossible to miss!" she'd said, handing it over with that desperate mom-energy, like a bright shirt could fix soc...
Maya's hair was rebellion. Purple streaks she'd applied at 2 AM, now frizzy from August humidity, like her nerves. She stood at the community center, clipboard crushing against her...
My palms were sweating so bad they practically slid right off my backpack straps. That's what happens when you're the school self-appointed spy, and today I was about to get caught...
Maya's hands were sweating so much her phone kept slipping through her palms. Three weeks into sophomore year and she was already drowning in the social pyramid of Northwood High. ...
Maya's older cousin Jasmine stood behind the folding table at the spring festival, crystal ball positioned strategically between the burning sage and novelty tarot deck. "Step righ...
Maya's hair had declared war on her dignity. Again. "It's a catastrophe," she groaned, staring at the mirror. The frizz had reachedlevels previously unknown to science, and she ha...
I was running down the hallway, late for third period bio again, when I saw it — Cara slipping into the teachers' lounge with an **orange** notebook clutched to her chest. My best ...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it. The pyramid was empty, just like always - the pyramid-shaped abandoned amphitheater at the edge of the woods where everyone s...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her bucket hat like a lifeline. The neon-blue fabric had seen better days, but it was her armor against the world—or at least against ...
Jordan's legs shook like they'd forgotten how to human. The social pyramid at Northwood High looked exactly like every teen movie warned about—the cool kids at the top, the normals...
Maya's hands shook as she held the box of midnight-blue hair dye. Her natural brown hair was fine—boring, predictable, like everything else about her life. But maybe this was the s...