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My curls were already betraying me by seventh period on Friday. I'd spent forty-five minutes with the diffuser that morning, coaxing my natural texture into something resembling de...
Maya stared at the mirror, fingers tangling in frizzy curls that refused to cooperate with the expensive mousse her mom had bought. The first day of sophomore year and her hair had...
I was running away again. Not from anything scary — just from Jordan, who'd been shouting my name across the quad like we were best friends who hadn't had a weird three-month silen...
The cafeteria roared like a distorted beast, three hundred conversations layered over each other. Leo slouched at the edge of a table, feeling like a certified zombie after pulling...
The first time I saw Tyrek with the bright papaya-colored hair, he was standing at home plate, adjusting his helmet like it was a crown. This was the same guy who, two weeks ago, h...
Maya's phone buzzed with the address. Jake's house. The Jake who'd accidentally called her 'bear' in homeroom last week—supposedly because she was hibernating in her hoodie during ...
The invitation said 'pool party' but Maya's brain heard 'social suicide.' She stood at the edge of the Fox's backyard—everyone called Jordan that because of his copper hair and the...
The baseball bat felt heavy in my hands, like it was made of lead instead of aluminum. Sixth inning. Two outs. Bases loaded. And guess who's up to bat? That would be me, Maya Rodri...
I had three inches of hair dyed electric blue at the ends, and Maya thought it was the coolest thing ever. She spent months convincing me to teach her how to swim, even though the ...
Leo's life was officially a bear. Two weeks into sophomore year and he'd already become That Kid Who Dropped His Tray in the Cafeteria. The video had like, four hundred views on Ti...
Marcus crouched behind the oak tree in the Johnsons' backyard, phone clutched in his hand like a weapon. His mom had literally sent him on this spy mission—well, she'd called it "k...
My mom's new obsession with **padel** was literally ruining my life. Apparently, all the cool kids in Barcelona were playing it, which meant I—Maya, fifteen and tragically uncoordi...