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Maya's hair frizzed like an electrocuted poodle the second she stepped out of the locker room. Great. Just great. The first swim meet of sophomore year, and she looked like she'd s...
Chase's vintage cowboy hat sat on my desk like a judgmental cloud. He'd left it there after the party—the same party where I'd told everyone I used to bull ride back in Texas. Tota...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, eyeing the suspicious green liquid his mom had left on the counter. Another vitamin-packed smoothie, she'd written in a note. Because ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset orange. Instead, it came out looking like a radioactive traffic cone. "It's fine," Chloe said, barely looking up from her phone. "It's giving...
The first time I spoke to Zara at lunch, I had papaya stuck in my braces. I'd been hovering near her table for like three days, working up the courage to actually say something. Z...
The bucket hat was corny. Maya knew this. Her little brother had called it "the ultimate chef's kiss of cringe" when she bought it, but honestly? That was the point. Pool parties ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, her newly dyed orange hair blazing like a warning flag against the summer sky. Three weeks into sophomore year, and she was still figuring...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her cracked iPhone screen, the glow illuminating her darkened bedroom. Another notification. Another party she wasn't invited to. At 14, FOMO was basical...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, the box of hair dye clutched in her trembling hand. "Fox Orange," the label read. Bold. Unignorable. Everything she wasn't. "You're really doin...
Maya's dad signed her up for baseball without asking. Again. "It builds character," he said, handing her a helmet that smelled like someone's gym bag from 2019. Now she stood in...
I felt like a total zombie at Skylar's party. Like, actually undead. My limbs moved on autopilot — grab a cup, nod at someone I barely knew from bio, pretend to laugh at jokes that...
Leo stared at his chest in the locker room mirror. A mini forest of dark hair had sprouted over summer, earning him the nickname "Bear" from his older brother. Great. Just what he ...