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The hat was everything. Without it, anyone could see the patchy disaster my cousin calls a "buzz cut." I pulled the brim lower and adjusted my mirror check for the third time. "Yo...
Maya felt like a **zombie** standing by the snack table, phone burning a hole in her pocket. Her first high school house party, and she'd already spent twenty minutes doomscrolling...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the cafeteria's social pyramid, clutching his tray like a shield. Senior year was supposed to be his victory lap, but instead he felt like he was stil...
Maya's hands were shaking so bad she almost dropped the box dye on the bathroom tile. *Ginger Flame*. The color on the packaging looked nothing like her boring brown hair that had ...
The neon orange adidas tank top was Mara's mom's idea. "You'll be impossible to miss!" she'd said, handing it over with that desperate mom-energy, like a bright shirt could fix soc...
Maya's hair was rebellion. Purple streaks she'd applied at 2 AM, now frizzy from August humidity, like her nerves. She stood at the community center, clipboard crushing against her...
My palms were sweating so bad they practically slid right off my backpack straps. That's what happens when you're the school self-appointed spy, and today I was about to get caught...
Maya's hands were sweating so much her phone kept slipping through her palms. Three weeks into sophomore year and she was already drowning in the social pyramid of Northwood High. ...
Maya's older cousin Jasmine stood behind the folding table at the spring festival, crystal ball positioned strategically between the burning sage and novelty tarot deck. "Step righ...
Maya's hair had declared war on her dignity. Again. "It's a catastrophe," she groaned, staring at the mirror. The frizz had reachedlevels previously unknown to science, and she ha...
I was running down the hallway, late for third period bio again, when I saw it — Cara slipping into the teachers' lounge with an **orange** notebook clutched to her chest. My best ...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket, but she ignored it. The pyramid was empty, just like always - the pyramid-shaped abandoned amphitheater at the edge of the woods where everyone s...