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The community pool shimmered like liquid turquoise, but Alex's stomach did somersaults that had nothing to do with the heat. It was the first official day of summer, and somehow th...
Mateo's knees shook as he stepped onto the padel court. The private school's elite crowd watched from the sidelines, their Lacoste polos and pristine sneakers screaming money. This...
Maya woke up on the worst Monday of her life to find her hair had staging a rebellion against gravity. After sleeping with wet braids in, she now looked like a electrified poodle w...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she thought she might accidentally water the fake palm tree in the school cafeteria. Which would be fine, really, because that plastic monstrosit...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, electric blue hair dye dripping down her neck like neon tears. Three months after her grandfather passed, she needed something to change...
Jenna stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her borrowed racquet like it might explode. The orange surface of the court seemed brighter than necessary, like it was mockin...
Maya stared at the glass case, half-asleep after pulling an all-nighter for finals. The Egyptian exhibit felt like a fever dream—the golden **sphinx** stared back with its limeston...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Like, seriously sentient. Every morning it was a new adventure—today it was doing this weird half-curl thing that made her look like she'd stuck ...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her heart hammering like she'd been running a marathon instead of just standing there. Coach Martinez was demonstrating serves, his voice...
Maya's hair was supposed to be cascading beach waves. Instead, three hours before homecoming, it looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Her sister Kai, suppose...
Jordan stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his snapback for the fifventh time. The brim covered his forehead—thank god—because yesterday's breakout had staged a full-scale rebe...
Maya leaned against the kitchen counter, fingers practically glued to her iPhone screen as she scrolled through Instagram for the third time that minute. The party raged in the liv...