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Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, running fingers through the frizzy halo she'd spent two hours trying to tame. Her hair—thick, coils that refused to be straigh...
Maya's mom had started her on these giant orange vitamin gummies because apparently her teenage years were a "nutritional crisis." The kitchen counter was basically a graveyard of ...
Maya moved through the halls like a zombie, three hours of sleep fueling each drag of her sneakers. The social pyramid loomed over everyone—cheerleaders at the top, theater kids so...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning. It erupted in a frizzy rebellion that perfectly matched her internal chaos—first week at sophomore year, and she'd already managed to...
Maya adjusted her oversized hoodie for the fififth time, feeling like a total fraud. Summer camp was supposed to be fun, not an exercise in social anxiety. The popular girls—Chloe,...
The invitation said pool party, but my brain read social suicide. Still, here I was, standing at the edge of Maya's crystal blue swimming pool, clutching a red solo cup like it was...
I sat behind the bleachers, phone clutched in my hand like a weapon, watching Alex through the chain-link fence. He stood by the concession stand with the popular crowd, occupying ...
I'd been stalking his Instagram for three weeks. That's not creepy, that's research. OK, maybe it's borderline, but when Tyler Matthews finally invited me to his pool party, I wasn...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip my phone. Across the cafeteria, Jake sat wearing that bright orange sweatshirt—the one that made him look like a walking highligh...
Maya's fox-orange hair was the first thing anyone noticed about her. She'd dyed it sophomore year, partly because her mom said no, partly because she wanted to be someone who'd dye...
Marcus adjusted his baseball cap, trying to look casual as he leaned against the chain-link fence. The orange sunset painted the sky in wild streaks, matching the color rising in h...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I stared across the pool, watching Tyler laugh with his friends. This was it—Jessica's birthday bash, the social event of the summer, and I was hoveri...