Orange Skies at First Base
Jordan's orange hair had been a mistake. That's what they told themselves while standing at the edge of the community pool, chlorine stinging their nose, watching everyone else act...
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Jordan's orange hair had been a mistake. That's what they told themselves while standing at the edge of the community pool, chlorine stinging their nose, watching everyone else act...
Maya stared at the mirror, willing her hair to magically un-frizz itself. No such luck. The chunk she'd accidentally cut off her bangs stuck straight up like a confused alfalfa spr...
The vitamin D pills sat on Maya's bedside table like little promises she kept forgetting to keep. Her mom had bought them after some doctor mentioned deficiency, which apparently e...
I felt like a straight-up zombie as I dragged myself to baseball practice. Third night this week I'd gotten zero sleep—thank you, AP History overload and Instagram spiral at 2 AM. ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping sweat. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at the invitation on her phone. POOL PARTY AT JAKE'S — 8 P...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, her palm sweating against her plastic cup. Three weeks ago, she'd buzzed her hair into a pixie cut—a total transformation, or at least tha...
Leo pulled his beanie **hat** down lower, trying to disappear. Freshman year at Northwood High was exactly the nightmare everyone warned about, and he'd only survived two weeks by ...
Maya's thumb hovered over Jordan's profile for the thousandth time that week. The iPhone screen glowed in her dark room, illuminating her face like a digital ghost. She felt like t...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a water bottle. First day of freshman cross-country practice, and she'd already managed to trip over her own untied lac...
Maya's life was basically a series of embarrassing moments strung together by hope. Today's disaster started with spinach—specifically, the radioactive-green chunk lodged between h...
The hat was everything. A vintage bucket hat I'd thrifted for three dollars, wearing it like armor against the terrifying reality of Tyler's pool party. Everyone who was anyone wou...
Maya felt like a literal zombie as she dragged herself through the hallway, eyeliner smudging under eyes that had seen exactly three hours of sleep. The junior year grind was real,...