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My hair was doing that thing where the humidity turned it into a frizz explosion, and of course this had to happen the night Jordan finally noticed me. We were crammed in his basem...
Maya smoothed down her frizzy hair for the tenth time that morning, nervous energy buzzing through her veins like static electricity. Softball tryouts were today, and her hair—this...
Zara adjusted the brim of her oversized bucket hat, pulling it lower like a security blanket. The vintage cream-colored hat had become her uniform since starting at Westwood High—p...
The oversized hat was supposed to be my vibe. Summer before sophomore year, I decided I needed a glow-up, and vintage bucket hats were it. Or at least, that's what I told myself wh...
The Friday bell couldn't ring fast enough. Maya dragged her backpack through the hallway, feeling straight-up **zombie** mode after three hours of AP History torture. Her phone buz...
Maya dragged herself through the front door, feeling like a complete zombie after four hours of AP Bio prep. Her phone buzzed in her pocket—probably another notification blowing up...
Maya's **baseball** cap was basically welded to her head sophomore year. Freshman year's spiral perm disaster had left her with hair that looked like a poodle attacked by a windsto...
Leo's graduation from middle school should've felt triumphant, but mostly it felt like slow death under a blazing sun. His aunt had insisted he wear the ridiculous fedora—bedazzled...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging her nose, feeling like the world's most awkward piece of debris. Her new pixie cut—choppy, uneven, dyed a too-bright pink that...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers running through the straightened hair she'd spent two hours perfecting. Tonight was finally it—Jason's party, the social event of the semeste...
The orange neon sign buzzed above the entrance to the sports complex — "PARADISE PADEL" in flickering letters. Maya's stomach did that thing it always did when she tried something ...
The papaya incident started it all. Sixth period lunch, Maya had brought this whole papaya from home—her mom was going through a "tropical phase"—and when she cracked it open, the ...