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The bathroom mirror reflected someone I barely recognized—staring back with electric orange hair that practically glowed. I'd spent two hours and three boxes of dye trying to look ...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, checking her reflection for the third time. Her **cat** eye eyeliner was slightly uneven, but at this point, she had to commit. Tonight ...
The mechanical bull loomed over me like a judgmental metal cow. "Yo, Marcus, you're actually gonna ride that thing?" Leo heckled, already halfway through his funnel cake. "Bro, I...
The invitation sat on my phone screen for three days before Maya finally DM'd me: "Pool party Saturday. You coming? Don't make me drag you there." I wasn't a pool party person. I ...
Maya's cat was the worst wingman in history. She'd spent twenty minutes straightening her hair—because apparently at sixteen, nothing matters more than convincing the world you w...
Maya's palms were sweating through her skirt as she stood by the padel court, watching Caleb serve. The ball hit the glass wall with a satisfying THWACK, and everyone laughed at so...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was immutable—cheerleaders and varsity athletes at the top, band kids and theater nerds in the middle, and everyone else clinging to the bottom...
Maya pressed her face against the sliding glass door, the cold condensation smearing against her cheek. From this angle, she was basically a professional spy. Not the cool, action-...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, thumb hovering over Leo's story for the third time today. His baseball jersey was practically glowing in that photo—he looked so effortless, so . ...
The concrete sphinx in the courtyard had seen everything—first kisses, brutal breakups, vape cloud confessions. But mostly, it saw Leo. Every Tuesday during sixth period, Leo sat...
Kayla stood at the edge of the rushing creek, her heart hammering like a bass drum at a homecoming game she hadn't been invited to. The wilderness therapy camp had been her mom's i...
Maya's orange hair was the first thing anyone noticed about her. Not natural orange — the kind that came from a box, the kind her mom definitely wouldn't approve of. She'd done it ...