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Maya's life was officially over. Complete dumpster fire. Dead as a disco. The problem started when Bryce—the human equivalent of a golden retriever who didn't know his own strengt...
Maya's dad was obsessed with his vintage **hat** collection—fedoras, flat caps, one ridiculous top hat he swore was "an investment." Tonight, she'd grabbed his lucky baseball cap, ...
Maya stared at her reflection, adjusting the fox ears headband for the third time. The costume party was in twenty minutes and she was already regretting everything. "You look ama...
My mom's obsessed with the vitamin D gummy situation — apparently, my "indoor child aesthetic" was becoming a legitimate health concern. So here I am, standing at the edge of Jessi...
I was already ten minutes late to first period when my hair decided to betray me. Picture this: I'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting my curls, only for the school bus windows t...
Maya's thumb hovered over her screen, the glow from her iphone illuminating the locker room's dim corner. Three notifications. All from the group chat that had somehow forgotten to...
Maya's vintage bucket hat was basically her entire personality. She'd found it at a thrift store last summer, back when she was still trying to figure out who she was—art girl? the...
I died inside when I saw him walk through the pool gate. Kai. The boy I've been low-key stalking on Instagram since seventh grade. Suddenly I was hyper-aware of everything — my one...
I felt like a **zombie** stumbling through third period, the fluorescent lights humming funeral dirges above my head. Senior year was supposed to be this epic climax, but honestly?...
Maya's hair had betrayed her. That was the only explanation for the disastrous fringe situation happening on her forehead. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the flat iron this mo...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, she emerged from the bathroom looking like a traffic cone. A literal, radioactive traffic cone. "Nope. No way." She sta...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching the plastic bag like it contained her dignity. Inside, a single orange goldfish swam in bored c...