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The pool party was supposed to be my moment. My chance to finally talk to Maya, the girl who'd been sitting behind me in bio since September, the one whose laugh sounded like wind ...
Max adjusted his lucky trucker hat for the thousandth time, sweat already pooling at the brim. This was it—the moment he'd been mentally rehearsing for three weeks. Playing padel w...
Sixteen-year-old Maya hated her hair. The curls had always been too much—too wild, too different from everyone else's sleek straight styles at Northwood High. After the incident la...
Maya was thirty minutes into accidentally stalking Jake's Instagram when she died. Okay, not literally died—she just wished the earth would open up and swallow her whole. Jake, the...
Kai's phone buzzed during third period English. Again. The Group Chat — the one with Noah, Sarah, and the other cool kids — kept blowing up his notifications. He wasn't even suppos...
Maya gripped the plastic cup so hard it was practically spilling. Her first real high school party, and she was already plotting her exit strategy. The pool deck was packed — juni...
The party was already mid when I arrived, fashionably late but mostly just anxious. My palms were sweating — classic. I wiped them on my ripped black jeans and headed for the kitch...
Maya's iphone battery was at 4% and her social anxiety was at 104%. "You're literally vibrating," said Jax, who'd somehow convinced her to come to this house party. "Just take the...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. The curly frizz that she'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame into something resembling sleek rebellion now looked like she'd stuck he...
The bathroom mirror showed me exactly what I didn't want to see: a ginger disaster zone. My hair, supposed to turn sun-kissed blonde after the papaya-based DIY highlighter I found ...
Maya felt like a **zombie**. Three hours of sleep, AP History test at 8 AM, and now here she was—trudging through the cafeteria line like the walking dead. The lady behind the coun...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers yanking at her hair until it poofed into a frizzy explosion around her head. "Why won't you just cooperate?" she muttered, grabbing the gel a...