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The afternoon sun glared off the water as I hovered by the snack table, nursing a lukewarm soda. Jordan's end-of-summer pool party was supposed to be the social event of the season...
The summer camp job was supposed to be easy money. Teach some kids swimming, work on my tan, maybe flirt with the cute counselor from Cabin B. But here I was, seventeen years old, ...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to cabin weekend with Olivia's squad. She'd been trying to level up her social game ever since transferring to Northwood, and this seemed like her...
The orange hair dye box promised "sunset vibes" but delivered traffic-cone realness. Riley stared in the bathroom mirror, their new neon practically glowing against the pale mornin...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it was orange. Like, traffic cone orange. "It's bold," Chloe said, which was best-friend code for 'you look like a cons...
Your first day of high school already feels like a social pyramid, and you're pretty sure you're somewhere near the bottom—maybe the foundation. Maybe the dirt underneath. "You co...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, past the manicured lawns and identical mailboxes of Oakhaven Estates. The 5K color run had ended twenty minutes ago, but she couldn't stop. ...
The pool party text had been sitting in my notifications for three hours. Maya's doing it again—everyone's going, you should come. I stared at my ceiling, doing the mental math: so...
Maya's mom had decided, with zero input from Maya, that Maya's freshman year would be The Year of Reinvention. This explained the three-year-old rainbow beanie mashed onto Maya's h...
Maya's fork pushed the limp spinach around her plate, her phone buzzing with another text from the group chat she'd been awkwardly silent in since Friday. The cafeteria noise swirl...
Maya's iPhone had been buzzing nonstop for three hours. Group chat explosions. DM slides. The whole squad was at Chloe's house—that massive glass mansion where nobody's parents eve...
The bucket hat perched on Maya's head like a neon orange question mark. Thrifted, oversized, and completely uncool—which was exactly why she loved it. At sixteen, hiding in plain s...