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The orange hair was supposed to be a statement. That's what I told myself, staring into the bathroom mirror at 6:45 AM, my freshly dyed hair screaming like a traffic cone. Mom had ...
The pool party of the year. That's what Maya called it, and honestly? She wasn't wrong. Everyone who was anyone from sophomore year was floating in Tyler's backyard, the **water** ...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, mile repeats that felt endless. She'd been running since seventh grade, back when it was just about the breeze in her hair and the way ...
I stood by the **pool** clutching my red Solo cup like it was a life preserver, while everyone else actually acted like they belonged at Tyler's party. The August humidity was alre...
Maya's heartbeat moved like lightning through her chest as she stood outside Jake's house. The bass from inside vibrated against the driveway pavement. This was it — her first real...
The country club smelled like money and lemon polish. I tugged at my collar, feeling like a fraud. Again. "You're up next, sweetie," my mom's friend said, pushing me toward the pa...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her维生素water bottle like a lifeline. The August heat wave had turned her neighborhood pool party into a scene from a movie she hadn't a...
The plastic bag sloshed against my leg as I booked it down the boardwalk, doing the unofficial teen sprint toward anywhere but here. Behind me, Jordan's laugh echoed like something...
Maya's hair had other plans today. After forty minutes with the flat iron and enough product to waterproof a duck, she still looked like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket....
Lily stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her padel racket like it was a weapon instead of sporting equipment. The July heat shimmered off the water's surface, and so...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the problem. That's what she'd spent forty minutes agonizing over this morning — the frizzy, uncooperative mess that refused to lay flat even with ha...
My iPhone screen glowed at 2 AM, and I knew I was screwed. The text from Maya sat there like a dare: "Party at Derek's. Parents are gone. You coming?" I stared at the cracked scr...