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Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy disaster that used to be sleek waves. The humidity had completely betrayed her, and now her hair looked like she'd stu...
Maya stared at her reflection, ready to cry. Her hair, supposedly styled for homecoming, looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. The expensive stylist had promi...
Alex Chen, self-appointed social **spy** of Northwood High, crouched behind the cafeteria's potted ficus, phone clutched like a weapon. His mission: gather intel on whether Sarah, ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers twisting a frizzy curl around her index finger. The hair situation was officially a crisis. Three hours until the Summer Kickoff Party and he...
The bleachers rose like a pyramid behind the baseball diamond, tiers of aluminum stretching toward the bruised purple sky. Marcus sat alone at the top, his sketchbook balanced on h...
The party at Jordan's house was already lit when I arrived with my service **dog**, Barnaby—a golden retriever with anxiety issues who ironically helped with my own social anxiety....
The first time my brother Trevor said this summer would be different, I should've known he was full of it. But there I was, standing in our backyard wearing my Goodwill swim trunks...
The goldfish peered at me through the glass, its mouth opening and closing in what looked suspiciously like judgment. "You're overthinking it again, aren't you?" I muttered, sprin...
Maya's fedora wasn't just a hat—it was armor. Against the fluorescent gym lights, the way her stomach did backflips whenever Jordan looked her way, against the entire concept of se...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Miller's pool party was supposed to be the kickback of the summer, but honestly? My social battery was already at 3%. "Yo, M...
Maya pulled her orange beanie down lower, practically disappearing into its wool embrace. In the cafeteria chaos, this hat was her armor—her personal invisibility cloak against the...
Maya's palms were literally dripping. Not cute-dewy-fresh-dew dripping, but like actual nervous-sweat dripping. She wiped them on her jeans—again—and smooth-then-messed her hair fo...