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Maya's hair had a personality of its own — a frizzy, uncooperative mass that announced her arrival before she could say a word. At fifteen, standing out wasn't exactly the goal. Es...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it looked like a pumpkin exploded on her head. "It's literally fine," Chloe said, though her eyes said otherwise. They'...
My phone buzzed with the third text from Jordan: 'Pool party @ Jake's. 7pm. DON'T bail.' I'd been dodging these invites since seventh grade, when someone—okay, Jordan—pointed out m...
The orange hair dye hadn't supposed to be permanent. That's what the box said, anyway. But somewhere between the 3 AM bathroom decision and the first period bell, Maya's hair had t...
The pool party was already giving me major ick before Kayla even opened her mouth. I'd spent twenty minutes convincing myself this floral bucket hat was giving main character energ...
The backyard was already loud when Leo arrived, his childhood best friend Marcus text-bombing him with WHERE R U?? for the past twenty minutes. Leo hated pool parties. He hated the...
The dinner table at Maya's house felt like a minefield. I was wearing my lucky flannel (the one that made me look effortlessly chill, or at least that's what I told myself), sittin...
The invitation said 'pool party,' but Maya's stomach knew better. This wasn't just any party — it was Jessica's party, and Jessica sat at the top of the social pyramid at Northwood...
The notification ping on my iPhone shattered my concentration. Another DM from the baseball group chat. 'Saturday's game is gonna be LIT bro don't bail.' I groaned into my pillow. ...
The mechanical bull stared at Jake like it knew exactly how much he didn't want to be here. His palms were sweating through his denim shorts, leaving dark patches that would absolu...
I'm so fried I can barely see straight. Five hours of sleep, zero coffee, and now 5:30 AM cross-country practice like my life depends on it. Coach Miller is screaming something abo...
Maya's mom left the vitamin bottle on the kitchen counter again, the orange plastic glaring at her like a judgment. "You're not eating enough vegetables," she'd said that morning, ...