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Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the copper waves she'd dyed three days ago. New hair, new her, right? That was the plan. But eighth grade at Crestwood Middle fel...
Maya stared at the box. Bright orange hair dye. The kind of orange that screams "I'm done being invisible." At sixteen, being invisible felt worse than being hated. Her bathroom m...
The bull in my chest was doing backflips. Actually, scratch that—more like a whole rodeo of bulls, plus a bear or two for good measure. "You got this, Leo," Maya whispered, elbowi...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which was ironic, considering she was currently hiding behind a fake palm tree at Jake Carson's hou...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like it was a lifeline. The backyard was already packed with juniors from school, all of them acting like this was just an...
Maya's vintage dad cap was three seasons deep—sun-bleached crown, sweat-stained brim, the kind of worn-in trust fund kids couldn't buy at Urban Outfitters. Losing it wasn't an opti...
The chlorine hit me first—that sharp, chemical scent that meant Saturday night at the Richardson's pool. My phone buzzed in my pocket, a steady stream of incoming texts that I kept...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, screen brightness dimmed to avoid drawing attention. The pool party raged around her—splash fights, laughter, the bass of mumble rap vibra...
I'd been running from the truth all semester, but the day my mom brought home that case of 'Revitalize+ Wellness Elixir,' I couldn't run anymore. 'It's a pyramid scheme, Mom,' I s...
The orange solo cup trembled in my hand. Classic nervous tell. Around me, the pool party raged—kids I'd known since kindergarten suddenly transformed into these confident, semi-adu...
The gym looked ridiculous. A twenty-foot papier-mâché sphinx towered over the refreshments table, its painted-on smirk judging everyone at the Spring Fling. Someone had given it a ...
Lena's first week at Northwood High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme she never signed up for. At the top sat the seniors with their perfect hair and unreachable standards. S...