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Maya's hair was supposed to be the solution. A desperate, last-resort, freshman-year-identity-crisis solution. She'd spent three hours and half a bottle of pink dye trying to trans...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High had Jason at the bottom, which was exactly where he wanted to stay until Tyler dragged him to Emma's end-of-summer party. You don't say no to Tyl...
Maya's phone buzzed on her bathroom counter, the fifth Instagram notification in ten minutes. She ignored it, focused on the mirror. Her hair, usually tamed by two hours of straigh...
Maya's orange hair felt like a neon sign at Julia's pool party. She'd dyed it two nights ago—a burst-of-sunshine rebellion against her parents' "we're just trying to protect you" s...
The vitamin supplements rattled in Maya's pocket as she adjusted her flannel shirt—part of her desperate attempt to look like she belonged at Stampede Ranch. Three weeks into her s...
Maya's fringe was absolutely wrecked. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the straightener, trying to achieve those effortless beach waves she'd been practising on TikTok, but the ...
The spinach smoothie tasted like liquified lawn clippings, but Maya choked it down anyway. This was the summer she was finally going to reinvent herself before sophomore year—cross...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Three texts from Chloe. Zero replies from Lucas. Summer was supposed to be about becoming, not about staying exa...
Maya's hands shook as she scrolled through Instagram on her iPhone, waiting for her mom to pick her up from swim practice. Hair slicked back with chlorine, smelling like the pool l...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip my phone. Third text from Brandon in ten minutes: 'u coming???' I stared at the smoothie on my counter—green sludge that looked ...
Maya stood against the wall at Jake's party, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The social pyramid at Lincoln High was crystal clear, and she was definitely in the basement laye...
Maya's thumbs were basically glued to her iPhone screen, doomscrolling through TikTok while her dad droned on about "connecting with nature." Like, could he be any more cringe? The...