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Leo stood in front of his mirror, adjusting his new snapback hat at a careful angle. This was it—this was the summer he'd finally stop being That Quiet Kid and start being someone ...
The hair dye box said "midnight velvet." The mirror said "hot mess express." Maya stared at her reflection, hands trembling. She'd spent three hours attempting to reinvent herself...
My lucky trucker hat was practically part of my skull at this point. When you're fifteen and trying to survive freshman year without completely embarrassing yourself, you develop t...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, watching Crystal laugh with the popular kids by the beach bonfire. "You...
My phone burned against my thigh — literally hot, like it'd been processing something nuclear for three hours straight. Another notification slid across the screen: 'ur weird' from...
Maya's hands trembled as she stared at the mirror, the bathroom lights exposing every insecurity. Her brown hair was gone, replaced by a chaotic explosion of bright copper she'd DI...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my comeback moment after the whole cafeteria incident last semester. I'd spent weeks curating the perfect Instagram aesthetic, my...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat that changed everything. "Party at Damien's. His parents are gone. B.Y.O.B. — Bring Your Own... whatever." She'd been crushing on Damien si...
Maya stood against the wall at Tyler's house party, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The bass from the speakers thumped in her chest, but not as hard as her heart...
The vitamin pyramid scheme wasn't even my idea. It was Jenna's. She swore those Neon Burst gummies would make us "radiate main character energy" and pay for our entire Europe trip ...
The humidity had already turned Maya's freshly straightened hair into a puffball by third period. She'd spent two hours with the flat iron that morning, trying to look like everyon...
Maya dragged her feet through the hallway, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3 AM finishing that English essay. The social hierarchy of Northwood High stood before...