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I stared at my reflection, the orange hair dye staining my forehead like war paint. Three days before freshman orientation, and I'd just committed what my mom would call a felony a...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, wishing she could disappear entirely into its wool embrace. First house party, and she was already questioning every life choice that led here. T...
Maya stood outside the community center, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Jake was around. The padel tournament posters were still taped to the windows, ev...
My hair was supposed to be copper highlights. Subtle. Natural. Instead, I looked like a traffic cone. "It's bold, Maya," my best friend Kai said, barely suppressing a laugh. "Real...
Jordan's vitamin D deficiency had become the punchline of the entire swim team. Every practice, someone would shout, "Hey Jordan, don't forget your vitamins!" before diving into th...
The cable was supposed to be broken. That's what my brother said when he found me mess with the TV hookup last Tuesday, rolling his eyes like I was some clueless freshman who didn'...
Marcus painted his hair orange that morning because he was tired of being invisible. Three days into sophomore year, and he was still the guy who sat three rows from the back, the ...
The chlorine smell was supposed to feel like home. After twelve years of competitive swimming, it was supposed to be comfort, security, the thing that made me Maya — the swimmer gi...
Maya's mom didn't get it. "It's just hair," she said, eyeing Maya's new purple pixie cut in the rearview mirror. "It'll grow back." That was the problem. Maya didn't want it to gr...
Maya's palms were sweating against her phone screen as she stared at the group chat. Pool party. Tonight. Everyone's going. The words blurred together like everything had since fin...
Maya stared at her iphone, thumb hovering over yet another Instagram story. 2 AM. Again. The blue light painted her face in ghostly shadows as she lay in bed, heart racing from the...
Marcus dragged himself through the cafeteria line, feeling like the **zombie** apocalypse had hit junior year instead of biology. Three AP classes, varsity basketball, and now his ...