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I felt like a **zombie** walking through the spring carnival—literally. Three layers of gray face paint, fake blood dripping from my temple, and I'd already moaned "braaaains" at l...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **pool**, chlorine stinging his nose, heart hammering like it'd burst through his ribcage. Summer before freshman year, and Jasmine's pool party was...
The orange sunset painted everything in streaks of gold and pink as I stood by the pool, clutching a warm soda like it was my only friend. Maya's summer parties were legendary, but...
The baseball game had dragged into extra innings when Maya finally spotted her by the pool. Lily. The girl who'd transferred freshman year and moved through the hallways like she w...
The pool party invitation sat on my phone screen like a personal challenge. **Swimming**. Of course. Because what better way to spend the last Friday before sophomore year than sho...
Maya's beat-up dad hat was basically her security blanket. The black snapback with the peeling logo shaded her eyes like armor against the hallway glare. She'd been wearing it sinc...
Chloe's hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, it looked like a traffic cone exploded on her head. The box promised subtle warmth; it delivered aggressive ORANGE. "You lo...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, the box of temporary hair dye clutched in her sweaty palms. **Orange** Sunset Blast. The color on the box looked like someone had bottle...
The midnight blue hair dye stained my mom's pristine white sink like a crime scene. Perfect. My iPhone lay face-down on the counter, screen shattered from dropping it during cheer...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping, which was gross but also totally on brand for her life right now. She gripped her phone tighter, watching the three dots of Jak...
Maya's **hair** had always been boring brown — the kind that blended into classroom backgrounds and locker room walls. At sixteen, being invisible felt safer than being seen, espec...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The summer air smelled like coconut sunscreen and chlorine, and everyone seemed to know exactly how t...