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The red hat was pulled low over my eyes, concealing the haircut I'd botched myself three days before. A decision made in a 3 AM spiral after Liking Jordan's post from last summer. ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her papaya smoothie like it was a lifeline. The annual summer pool party at Jake's house was basically social suicide if you messed it...
Maya stared into her bathroom mirror, her newly dyed orange hair practically screaming for attention. Three days before sophomore year, and she'd gone full impulse. Her mom was goi...
Maya's notification lit up her iPhone screen again — another Instagram story from the country club pool party she wasn't invited to. Her thumb hovered, tempted to check, but she'd ...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, her hair dripping wet. The $12 box dye promised "sun-kissed caramel" but delivered something closer to a traffic cone. Her friend Kai had convin...
I'd been running from my problems since seventh grade. Literally. Cross country, track, anything that kept me moving so I wouldn't have to deal with the awkward silence that follow...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing the tangled mess that used to be her hair. The dye job had gone wrong—nowhere near the sunset ombre she'd hoped for. More like dried b...
Maya stood by the snack table at Jordan's basement party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Everyone else seemed to know exactly what they were doing. She didn't. ...
Maya pressed herself against the lockers, heart doing that weird flutter thing it always did when HE walked past. Jason. The sphinx of sophomore year—mysterious, unreadable, imposs...
Maya was running toward the cafeteria, heart pounding like she'd just finished a 5K without actually training for one. Her iphone buzzed in her pocket - probably another text from ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the baseball diamond, his lucky hat turned backwards like always. The social pyramid of Northwood High stretched before him — varsity players at the ape...
I'd named him Fin. Not exactly creative, but he was a goldfish, so it felt appropriate. Fin swam in endless circles around his bowl while I lay on my bed, doomscrolling through Ins...