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Maya's mom burst into her room without knocking. Again. "What did you DO to your HAIR?" Maya ran her fingers through the ORANGE strands cascading over her shoulders. "It's calle...
The pool party was already low-key chaotic when I spotted Her across the deck. We called her the Sphinx because nobody knew her real name—she'd transferred to Lincoln sophomore yea...
Leo's legs burned as he rounded the school's track for the eighth time, breath fogging in the morning air. Running was supposed to clear his head, but lately it only made room for ...
Maya pressed her back against the garage wall, nursing her solo cup of lukewarm soda like it was a lifeline. Inside, Tyler's party raged with bass-boosted Spotify playlists and peo...
The bathroom mirror showed me exactly what I was afraid of. My hair. Or what was left of it after my cousin Kendra talked me into letting her 'trim just the ends.' Now I looked lik...
The orange hair hadn't been the plan. Originally, it was supposed to be sunset pink, subtle and indie. But the box had lied, and now Maya was staring at her reflection like it had ...
Maya's iPhone burned in her pocket, a constant reminder that everyone else's summer was better than hers. 57 notifications. She checked again. Nothing new. "You coming?" Chloe cal...
Maya stared at her sweaty palm, wondering if it was actually nervousness or just the ninety-degree heat of the spring carnival. She'd been voluntold to work the fortune-telling boo...
The invitation felt like a trap. Chloe's texts had been blowing up my phone for a week: "pool party @ my place, u HAVE to come." She put three crying laughing emojis after it, whic...
The goldfish had lived for three years. Three years of Maya's life—through middle school braces, her first TikTok account, the pandemic remote learning. Now Bubbles was floating si...
The thing about being sixteen and new at Northwood High is that everything feels like a performance art piece you didn't audition for. I stood by the hydration station watching the...
Maya scrolled past another photo of Riley laughing with people she'd never met, her thumb hovering over the unfollow button for the thousandth time. pathetic much? her brain suppli...