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The bathroom mirror didn't lie. My hair looked like a traffic cone exploded on my head. Orange. Not the cool, intentional orange that TikTok hair influencers rocked. This was disas...
Maya pulled her oversized orange hoodie tighter around herself—her armor against the cafeteria noise. Same hoodie she'd worn every day since The Incident, when Jenna and the others...
My life was officially over. Mom had decided we were going 'whole foods plant-based' which translated to: my lunchbox smelled like a garden and nobody wanted to sit with me. "Eat ...
Maya's summer was NOT supposed to go like this. Standing at the edge of the padel court, she could feel her palms sweating through the grip of her borrowed racquet. The July heat ...
The cafeteria at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme, and I was definitely at the bottom. The popular kids claimed the tables by the windows, while the rest of us settled...
The iphone buzzed in my pocket—third time this minute. I didn't need to check. It was Taylor, probably blowing up my spot about what happened at lunch. "You gonna stare at the flo...
The iconic cowboy hat sat on my head like a neon sign screaming 'I DON'T BELONG HERE.' Mom had insisted the family trip to Uncle Jake's ranch would be 'character-building,' which i...
The country club's social hierarchy worked like a pyramid — the varsity athletes at the top, the nouveau riche kids in the middle, and everyone else (me, mostly) floating around th...
The neon orange swim cap sat on my bathroom counter like radioactive jellyfish. I'd dyed my hair the same exact color two weeks ago—spur of the moment, YouTube tutorial, absolutely...
The morning of my first day at Ridgeview High, my hair had other plans. I'd spent forty minutes trying to tame it—product, heat, the whole routine—but it erupted into a frizzy rebe...
Marcus's mom swore these neon-orange gummies would change his life. "It's the vitamin K deficiency," she'd insisted, pressing the bottle into his palm like it was contraband. "Trus...
Maya's bedroom had become something of a sanctuary ever since the incident at lunch. She sat cross-legged on her floor, watching Finn glide through his bowl with the kind of effort...