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My hair was a disaster. Period. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame my frizz into something that didn't scream "I woke up like this" (which, frankly, I had), but gravity an...
Maya stood at the edge of Jenna's backyard pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The humidity had already transformed her newly dyed orange hair into a frizzy disaster, and sh...
Maya's palms were practically dripping onto her new iPhone case, a catastrophe she couldn't stop obsessing over. The screen glowed with seven unread texts from her best friend dema...
The orange cat blinked at me from the windowsill like he knew exactly what I was about to do. Probably did. Barnaby's seen me sneak out enough times. "You're not gonna tell, right...
The green smoothie sat on the cafeteria table like a radioactive science experiment. Maya had spent forty-five minutes that morning blending spinach, banana, and almond milk becaus...
The pool party felt like a social minefield, and I was stepping on every single explosive. My hair—specifically the disastrous DIY blue I'd attempted two nights ago—was frizzing in...
The pool deck smelled like chlorine and desperation, which honestly summed up my junior year. I was doing laps—swimming until my arms felt like jelly—trying to burn off the embarra...
Maya's hair was a disaster, and she had exactly twelve minutes before Cameron would walk by her locker. Again. "You look fine," her best friend Jia said, though her eyes said othe...
Maya's hair was supposed to be cute. TikTok said the chunky blonde highlights would be giving main character energy. Instead, she looked like a zebra that had been electrocuted. "...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the disaster that used to be her hair. The TikTok hack said papaya would make it "silky smooth," but now she looked like she'd st...
The pool shimmered like liquid diamonds under the August sun, but Maya stood frozen at the edge, her toes curled against the hot concrete. Everyone else was already in, splashing a...
Maya's first mistake was thinking she could just blend in at the Willow Creek Country Club. Two weeks into freshman year, and already she'd mastered the art of the casual shoulder ...