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Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which would be fine, except she was currently gripping the chain-link fence at the **baseball** fie...
I looked like a zombie. Not the cool, Instagram-filter kind. The actual "I haven't slept since Tuesday" kind that made people back away from me in the hallway. Junior year was eati...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. Purple hair. My hair. Three hours and two boxes of "Violet Voltage" later, and I looked like someone who actually had things figured out. Som...
I found the fox behind the dumpster behind school, its leg caught in some fencing. It was shaking, those amber eyes wide with terror. My friends were waiting by the front gates—Jas...
Chloe's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it came out orange. Like, aggressively orange. Her mom called it 'sun-kissed.' Chloe called it a 'papaya disaster.' 'I...
Maya's orange hair was supposed to be a rebellion. Instead, it was just awkward. She'd spent three hours applying the DIY dye kit she'd bought with her babysitting money, imagining...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers trembling as they touched the jagged chunks of **hair** framing her face. The bathroom mirror reflected back what two hours and YouTube tutor...
Maya stood at the padel court, gripping her racket like a lifeline. The fluorescent lights reflected off the glass walls, making everything feel amplified—her sweaty palms, her rac...
I never thought my freshman year would turn me into a spy. But here I was, crouching behind a fake plant in the cafeteria, watching Tyler Chen laugh with his friends like he owned ...
Maya's iPhone flashed 3% battery. Death was imminent. "You got the cable?" she whispered to Kai, leaning against the gym wall. Kai fished through his pockets like a panicked squi...
The orange swimsuit had seemed like a good idea at Target, but standing here at Tyler's pool party, I felt like a construction cone among the pastel-clad girls floofing their hair....
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, running fingers through the disaster that used to be her hair. The DIY box dye had turned it a weird orange-ish shade that screamed "...