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Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in her frizzy hair. The Homecoming dance was in three hours, and her curls were staging a full-blown rebellion against her curling ir...
The pool shimmered like liquid turquoise under the mid-July sun, but Maya stood at the edge, toes curled against the warm concrete. Her swimsuit — a bright orange number she'd boug...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, carefully applying lip gloss while her crush Jake's voice echoed in her head. Freshman year was supposed to be her glow-up era...
My hair turned bright orange. A disaster of epic proportions. Exactly two days before Tyler's massive end-of-summer pool party, because obviously the universe has a personal vendet...
Maya's lunch sat untouched—slices of bright papaya glistening like some exotic alien artifact against the sea of cafeteria sandwiches and chips. At table four, Chloe's posse was in...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was honestly embarrassing because she was literally standing at the edge of a pool. The humid California air pressed against her skin as she gripp...
My iphone buzzed against my nightstand at 2 AM, glowing like a tiny panic button. I'd been "spying" on Chloe's Instagram for three hours straight, scrolling through photos of her a...
Maya dragged herself through the school hallway feeling like a literal zombie. Four hours of raid practice until 2 AM will do that to you. Her best friend Jax caught up to her at t...
The lightning flash of my phone screen lit up the bathroom stall. Another notification. Another like. Ugh. Maya's pool party raged outside—music thumping, people cannonballing int...
Maya stood in front of the mirror, touching the new pimple on her chin like it was a bruise she couldn't stop pressing. Fifteen and already feeling like she was failing at being a ...
Maya's mom said the orange hair dye would wash out in three weeks. That was six months ago. Now she stood in front of her bathroom mirror, running fingers through her neon-streaked...
I felt like a straight-up zombie by the time I dragged myself to Jordan's pool party. Three days of finals, four hours of sleep total, and now here I was—pale, underslept, and rock...