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Maya's palms were sweating, which was ironic considering she was sitting in front of Madame Zora's crystal ball at the spring carnival. "Your lifeline shows unexpected journeys," ...
I dragged myself into third period feeling like a straight-up **zombie**. Three hours of TikTok doom-scrolling the night before will do that to you. My hair was doing that weird fr...
Maya's palms were already sweating before she even stepped into the backyard. Three weeks into sophomore year, and somehow Chloe—the girl who sat two rows back in homeroom and made...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket for the third time in five minutes. Another Instagram notification she didn't care about. She was hiding in Jordan's bathroom during what was sup...
The moment my twitch stream hit 10,000 viewers, I thought I'd made it. My orange-dyed hair perfectly matched my RGB setup, and I was finally getting the recognition I deserved as a...
Marcus's mom insisted he take that disgusting vitamin gummy every morning, as if a single bear-shaped blob of gelatin could fix four years of being the quiet kid who sat in the bac...
Jordan's thumbs hammered the controller while Marcus sat on the edge of his bed, spiraling the ethernet cable around his hand like a snake. Friday night. Halo. Their ritual since s...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Not that it ever did, but tonight of all nights—the night of Jordan's party—her curls had declared mutiny. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the...
My hair looked like a traffic cone. That's what happens when you attempt to dye it orange at 2 AM using a DIY kit from the discount bin. But Maya said orange would make me stand ou...
My hair was doing that thing where it defies physics and humidity simultaneously — a frizzy halo that announced I was nervous before I even opened my mouth. I'd spent forty-five mi...
The air smelled like hairspray and rebellion — the standard Friday night scent when you're fifteen and trying too hard. Maya stood by the keg's giant plastic cup, nursing her orang...
Maya's fingers shook as she clicked the Instagram livestream link. Freshman year at Northwood High, and she was about to debut the natural curls she'd been hiding under box dye and...