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Maya's curls had been straightened into submission since seventh grade, a rubber band always at the ready. Tonight though, she'd left them wild. Her mom said she looked like she'd ...
Maya's hair had looked better. Much better. The box dye had promised "sunset copper" but delivered "construction cone orange." Standing at the edge of Jenna's pool party, she tugge...
Maya's palms were sweating through her jeggings as she stood outside Mr. Henderson's classroom. The mythology presentation. The sphinx. She'd been lowkey dreading this all week, he...
Maya's first mistake was letting her best friend convince her that padel would be "low-key chill" at club tryouts. The second mistake was eating that spinach wrap right before warm...
The pool glittered like someone had spilled a galaxy into the backyard, and I was absolutely not getting in. Not with Jordan watching from the diving board like some kind of Instag...
The hat was stupid. A neon-green bucket hat that made me look like I was trying too hard to be chill. But Jordan had dared me to wear it to Tyler's pool party, and if there's one t...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically water-ski on them. Standing at the edge of Carter's infinity pool, watching everyone else bob around like they'd been born in the ...
My palms were sweating so hard I could barely grip my phone. Typical Friday night: me, hiding in the corner of Emma's house party while everyone else seemed to have received some m...
Kai's first real house party. The basement of Jake's suburban castle thumped with bass that vibrated in his teeth. He'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting his hair—carefully messy...
Marcus stood in the grocery store aisle, staring at the weird lumpy fruit like it held the answers to sophomore year. His best friend since third grade, Chloe, was three feet away,...
My summer officially ended at the community pool, where I stood wearing a ridiculous sun hat my mom insisted would protect my "pale Irish skin." I looked like a suburban scarecrow....
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at what was supposed to be a chic bob but looked more like a poodle caught in a ceiling fan. Her mom meant well, but the hair di...