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The heat wave had turned everything into a shimmering mess, but of course, my cousin Maya decided this was the perfect time for her 'end of summer' blowout. I stood by the **pool**...
The orange wasn't supposed to be this orange. Maya stared at her reflection in the girls' bathroom mirror, her hair practically glowing under fluorescent lights. Cheap box dye + ze...
I felt like a zombie walking through sophomore year—existing but not really living. My social life? Deceased. My confidence? Buried. When you transfer to a new school in October, e...
My stream was supposed to be legendary. I'd spent weeks planning it—my first attempt at going live, my shot at finally being more than just the quiet kid who sat in the back of AP ...
The coaxial cable lay tangled behind the TV, a snake of forgotten wires in the lake house we'd rented for senior week. Just graduated, just us six friends thinking we were adults n...
The party was already low-key chaotic when Maya realized the spinach in her braces was probably visible from space. "You good?" Marcus asked, leaning against the kitchen counter l...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers running through her newly-dyed copper hair. The bathroom mirror showed a stranger—someone bold, someone who wouldn't spend seventh period pre...
Maya's iPhone 8 buzzed in her pocket as she stood at the edge of Taylor's inground pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. Every other girl had an iPhone 14 or 15, their...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. First real party of freshman year, and she was already plotting her exit strategy. The Walters' backyard looked...
Marcus adjusted his cap, the brim bent just like his dad taught him. Baseball was supposed to be his thing—varsity sophomore year, scholarship talk starting already. But Marcus's s...
The orange bucket hat sat pulled low over Maya's eyes, her personal force field against the judgment of Taylor's backyard kingdom. Three months into freshman year and she still had...
I'd been spying on Jordan's Instagram for forty-five minutes when my mom yelled that my hair was turning orange. "Maya! That wasn't supposed to happen!" Great. My rebellion had g...