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Maya smoothed her freshly dyed purple hair in the bathroom mirror, her hands shaking. This was it — Jordan's party, the social event of the semester, and she'd finally made a move....
Maya stood in the kitchen, staring at the ingredients spread across the counter like evidence of a crime. The papaya sat there, all innocent-orange flesh, while the spinach mocked ...
My palms were sweating before the first serve. Like, actually dripping. Jay texted he'd be late—again—and here I was standing alone at the padel court like a total loser while some...
Maya's hair was supposed to be perfect today. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the curling iron, trying to achieve that effortless waves look that Hailey always pulled off witho...
My phone buzzed in my pocket — again. Another group chat blowing up without me. I stared at my iphone, the cracked screen reflecting my pathetic expression. Here I was, at Jake's l...
I looked like a zombie. Not the cool, glittery kind from The Walking Dead cosplay I did last year. The exhausted, stumbling-through-life kind that comes from staying up until 3 AM ...
Maya adjusted her bucket hat for the seventeenth time, checking her reflection in the darkened kitchen window. The neon green brim cast a shadow across her forehead — perfect camou...
Maya stood outside the padel courts like a total fraud, clutching her borrowed racquet like it might explode. Three weeks at Westminster Academy and she was still the quiet exchang...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, plastic gloves on, breathing in the sharp chemical scent of hair dye. Her mom's question echoed in her head: *Why orange?* But Maya didn...
The worst part about getting your hair cut too short isn't the looking like yourself part. It's the everyone looking at you part. I'd been spying on Jordan from behind the library...
The house party thumped against my ribs like a second heartbeat. I'd spent forty-five minutes in front of the mirror trying to look like I didn't care how I looked, and now I was h...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like a lifeline. The house party was in full swing—students from West High scattered across the backyard, music thump...