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My hair decided to stage a rebellion the morning of tryouts. I'd spent forty-five minutes with gel and hope, crafting the perfect messy-but-intentional look. Then humidity happened...
Maya sank into the beanbag chair, clutching her bowl of goldfish crackers like they were a lifeline. Across the room, Chloe—queen bee of freshman year—was recounting her summer in ...
The day started with my hair looking like a raccoon had nested in it overnight. Homecoming week, junior year, and I'd attempted beach waves that came out more like beach disaster. ...
Maya had been running from herself since seventh grade. At 15, she'd mastered the art of being invisible—hoodie up, headphones in, hallway routes planned like military operations. ...
Jordan stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The swim team's end-of-season party sprawled before her—bodies flailing through water, laughter...
Maya's palms were sweating as she clutched the HDMI cable like a lifeline. Sixteen and still terrified of house parties, she'd volunteered to help set up the AV system just to avoi...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the gate of Jessica's house. The invitation had said 'pool party' which meant swimsuits, which meant exposing the body she'd spent all ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the concrete. The water looked so easy for everyone else—girls doing cannonballs, guys showing off their dive techniques, la...
Maya's hair was the color of a creamsicle — that weird orange shade that happened when you tried to dye it yourself at 2 AM because YouTube said it would be easy. It wasn't. Her mo...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand, another notification from the group chat. Someone was selling iPhone cases again—those overpriced holographic ones everyone at Northwood High...
Everyone called me Fox because of my hair and because I never stayed in one conversation for long. That was before I met Maya at the summer festival, before the goldfish incident, ...
Maya stood by the **pool**, clutching her orange soda like a lifeline. The seniors from North High were everywhere—laughing, dancing, doing cannonballs that sent water flying every...