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Maya's iphone screen glowed with fourteen unread messages from the group chat she'd been ghosting for three days. Her thumb hovered over the notifications, that familiar knot tight...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, heart doing that weird fluttery thing whenever Jake's profile picture popped up. Three weeks of texting, and still she hadn't mention...
Max's hair was supposed to be perfect for homecoming. That was the plan. Instead, his little sister's craft scissors had turned his blonde waves into something that looked like a l...
Rio showed up to sophomore year with hair the color of a sunset — that perfect, electric orange that made everyone do a double-take in the hallway. She moved like a fox too, quick ...
Marcus sat on the bench, the worn wood pressing against his thighs as he watched the baseball field bathed in golden afternoon light. Tryouts were tomorrow, and his stomach churned...
Marcus adjusted his dad's vintage baseball cap, trying to look like he belonged at Tyler's massive summer party. The hat was two sizes too big and kept sliding over his eyes, but i...
I dyed my hair orange the night before Liam's pool party. Impulse decision, the kind that happens at 2 AM when everything feels possible and nothing feels permanent. My mom took o...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The water shimmered with that perfect Instagram-filter glow, but inside her chest, everything felt twisted ...
The pyramid of red Solo cups rose from the kitchen counter like a monument to teenage desperation. I stood there, clutching my phone like a lifeline, feeling like a zombie who'd wa...
Maya's hands trembled as she held the box of neon orange dye. Her bathroom mirror reflected someone tired of blending in—someone ready to be seen. "You sure about this?" her best ...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the blue light making her eyes sting in the darkness of her room. The notification had just pinged — a group chat invitation from the...
Maya stood against the basement wall, nursing a cup of something that was supposed to be fruit punch but tasted like liquid disappointment. Above her, twenty red plastic cups forme...