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Maya stared at her reflection, hands tangled in her frizzy hair. Third day of washing it with the wrong shampoo, and now she looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical soc...
Maya adjusted the brim of her new fedora, hoping the hat would make her look as confident as she felt fake. The county fair humed around her—cotton candy sweet in the air, bass fro...
The pool lights rippled across the water's surface, casting dancing blue shadows against the backyard fence. I stood near the orange cooler, nursing a melted soda, watching everyon...
Leo's fingers trembled as he adjusted his swim cap. Tryouts for the varsity team were today, and he could feel everyone watching him—especially Nate, the senior who'd been messing ...
Fox—that's what everyone called me, ever since I'd talked my way out of detention freshman year by convincing the assistant principal I'd been 'retrieving educational materials' fr...
Maya's hair fell to the salon floor in dark chunks, her waist-length locks gone. The new pixie cut felt like armor against freshman year expectations. Her best friend Chloe, howeve...
Maya's freshman year at Northwood High felt like one giant social pyramid she couldn't climb. The popular kids claimed the top, leaving everyone else to fight for the scraps below....
Leo didn't exactly earn the nickname Fox—it was more like his social life had been cunningly stolen from him while he wasn't paying attention. Grade 10 at Crestwood High was suppos...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a security blanket. The annual July 4th block party. Every year, same scene: older kids doing cannonballs, someone's da...
Maya's sophomore year was supposed to be her glow-up era. That's what the TikToks said anyway—reinvent yourself, become who you're meant to be. So she started with the lunch line, ...
Maya's bedroom flickered as lightning crackled outside, the storm tearing through another Friday night. Perfect. Just perfect. She sat cross-legged on her bed, running her fingers...
Maya stared at her reflection in the mirror, freaking out. Her hair had somehow become a monumental disaster—frizzy from the summer humidity, half-up in a messy bun that refused to...