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Maya's first shift at The Green Grease was a total nightmare. The health inspector had just ghost-walked through the kitchen when she knocked over the industrial-sized container of...
The red plastic cup warmed against my palm, condensation slicking my fingers. Just water. I'd been nursing it for forty-five minutes because unlike everyone else at Maya's party, I...
Maya stared at her reflection, finger-combing her hair for the thousandth time. It was still a frizzy mess, defying every product she'd slapped on it. Her phone buzzed again—texts ...
My hair looked like a rat's nest—because apparently, straight hair and 80% humidity are mortal enemies. I'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame it before first period, and now ...
I've been **running** circles around the truth for three weeks. "Dude, you good?" Marcus asked, spinning his phone between his fingers. We sat outside the escape room place, waiti...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be lit, but honestly? I felt like a total zombie. Standing by the edge of the water in my oversized swim trunks, watching everyone e...
Jordan's vintage fedora was basically part of their skull at this point. Same old hat, every day—security blanket against the terrifying landscape of sophomore year. They adjusted ...
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...