The Night My Hair Tried to Kill Me
The humidity in the gymnasium was absolutely wrecking my hair. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron this morning, but apparently, prom night had other plans. My curls we...
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The humidity in the gymnasium was absolutely wrecking my hair. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron this morning, but apparently, prom night had other plans. My curls we...
Marcus adjusted his sunglasses, trying to look casual while basically failing at everything. Three weeks into summer and he was already the worst spy in history. "Dude, you look l...
Maya's iphone 13 Pro Max, her third one this year, lay facedown on the cafeteria table like a dead fish. Her best friend Kai wasn't responding to her texts—again. The read receipt ...
My hair decided to stage a rebellion the morning of sophomore orientation. Like, a full-blown uprising. I stared in the mirror, frantically trying to tame the chaotic mess that had...
I felt like a total **spy** at Blake's pool party. From behind my oversized sunglasses, I cataloged every social move—tipping my head back at exactly the right laugh angle, holding...
Maya's mom had gone full wellness influencer again, which meant Maya was now the unofficial spokesperson for questionable health trends at Lincoln High. The latest incident: the pa...
Maya's reflection in the bathroom mirror showed exactly zero signs of the cool confidence she was faking. The padel courts at Tyler's party were already thwacking with sounds of de...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had clear levels, and I knew exactly where I landed: somewhere between the kids who ate lunch in the library and the ones who couldn't get a da...
Maya's thumbs were basically permanently glued to her iPhone screen, her life curated in fifteen-second bursts for people she barely even liked. When Mr. Harrison announced the man...
Maya stood at the edge of Pine Lake, clutching her towel like it could somehow protect her from social annihilation. The annual swim team bonding retreat. Greatest weekend of the y...
Maya sat on her bed, staring at the coaxial cable dangling from her wall like a dead snake. Another Friday night, another #FOMO session scrolling through Instagram while everyone e...
Maya had never been the kind of girl who volunteered first. So when Coach Miller announced that anyone who wanted to make varsity swim team had to complete the deep-water endurance...