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The vitamin gummy bottle sat on my bathroom counter like a judgmental orange pyramid. Mom had bought them because apparently, at fifteen, I was practically withering away without e...
Maya's phone buzzed with the text she'd been waiting three days for: *pool party @ lexi's. midnight. dont be lame.* She stared at her swimsuit, the black one-piece she'd bought be...
My hair was doing that thing again—the frizzy halo that announced to the entire world that humidity was my personal enemy. I stood at the edge of the padel court, gripping my racqu...
Marcus stared at his screen, heart hammering like he'd just chugged three expired energy drinks. In twenty minutes, he'd be going live with his first real stream — not just to his ...
Maya stood at the edge of Jordan's backyard party, clutching her red Solo cup like a lifeline. As a freshman, this was her first real high school party, and she felt painfully out ...
Maya pulled her dad's old fishing **hat** down over her ears, the brim shielding her from judgment—or at least from having to make eye contact with the seniors crowding the hallway...
Maya's mom had gone full helicopter on her hair before the party, straightening it until it hung like silk curtains around her face. 'You look sophisticated,' she'd said, but Maya ...
My hair was supposed to be sunset orange. That was the plan. But the box said 'tangerine dream' and the mirror said 'traffic cone nightmare.' "You look... bold," Maya said, barel...
The text from Jordan buzzed my phone at 2:47 PM: *pool party u coming??* I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. Freshman year had been three months of existing mostl...
Kayla's phone buzzed for the third time. Fox Hollow Reservoir. Midnight. Everyone's going. She hovered over the reply, thumbs trembling. This was it—the first party of sophomore y...
The ethernet cable snaked through the sand like a skinny black snake, connecting the beach house wifi to my laptop kingdom. I was supposed to be finishing summer school AP Bio, but...
The papaya sat on the lunch table like a neon grenade, bright orange and utterly out of place among the sad cafeteria tater tots. Maya's stomach did that thing it always did when s...