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The purple dye job was supposed to be my glow-up moment. Fresh dye job, fresh start—that's what I told myself when I spent three hours perfecting the violet waves that cascaded dow...
Maya checked her phone again. Still nothing from Jake. The party was in full swing downstairs — bass thumping through the floor, people laughing, red cups everywhere. But she'd snu...
Maya stood outside Jordan's house, clutching a solo cup filled with tap water like it was some exotic potion. Her sister had told her to bring her own drink—apparently the punch at...
Marco stood at the edge of the swimming pool, clutching his iPhone like it was his only lifeline. The water sparkled with that fake-blue chemical brightness, and somewhere inside h...
The pool party was already midway through catastrophe when Maya arrived. Her new bikini—the one she'd spent forty-five minutes agonizing over in front of the mirror—felt suddenly r...
I felt like a zombie when Jordan dragged me to Lisa's party. It was October of freshman year, and I'd successfully avoided high school social events for six weeks straight. "You'r...
I'd been spying on Leo from across the cafeteria since September, but tonight I was actually gonna talk to him. Jordan's house party — the perfect chance. My palms were already swe...
The new girl sat two rows behind me in AP Bio, and I was definitely not staring at her. Okay, maybe a little. Her hair was this impossible shade of purple-blue, like she'd dipped i...
The pool party was basically social suicide from the start. I yanked my fedora down lower—yes, a fedora, don't judge me, it was 2023 and I was going through a phase—and wished I co...
I looked like a **zombie**. No joke—actually deceased, walking among the living, sustain only by caffeine and sheer will. Three nights of grinding Diamond rank in Valorant will do ...
Maya felt like a total spy every time she walked through the cafeteria, invisible hoodie up, eyes scanning the food chain's social pyramid like she was on some undercover mission. ...
Maya's lucky orange shirt stared at her from the chair, but today it felt like a lie. Today was the sophomore cooking competition finals, and for the first time since kindergarten,...