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Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed blonde for Taylor's pool party. Instead, the box dye had turned it the color of a construction cone — literally fox orange. She'd spent fo...
Lila's hair was doing that thing again. That honest-to-god FRIZZ THING that made her look like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket, except on purpose and with more perso...
The 5 AM swim practices had turned me into a certified zombie. I'd drag myself to the pool, eyes half-closed, clutching my mom's "miracle" vitamin D supplements she swore would fix...
Maya's **hair** hit her shoulders in the bathroom mirror. That morning, she'd chopped ten inches—just, like, grabbed the scissors and went full villain era. Now her copper curls st...
Maya stood outside Jake's house, thumb hovering over her iPhone screen. The party was already lit—she could hear bass thumping through the door like a second heartbeat. Her Textile...
Maya pulled her fox hoodie tight, the orange fur lining brushing against her cheeks like armor. sophomore year was turning out to be a masterclass in social espionage. She'd become...
Maya's bedroom door flew open. Her little brother stood there grinning, holding the family cat like a furry trophy. "Mr. Whiskers got into your room again!" Leo announced. Maya b...
Maya's **orange** bikini felt too bright, like she was screaming for attention she didn't want. She stood at the edge of Jake's pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline, wat...
Leo's plan was practically foolproof. Well, except for the part where he was definitely going to get caught. The new neighbor girl — Skylar, with perfect winged eyeliner and an ai...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she fumbled with the coaxial cable behind the TV. The seventh grade talent show started in twenty minutes, and her livestream setup was givin...
Maya stood at the edge of the crystal-blue pool, clutching her iPhone like it was the only thing keeping her anchored to reality. Three weeks of summer academic boot camp had turne...
They called me Fox because I was always watching, always listening, always three steps ahead of everybody else. In a school where social currency mattered more than actual currency...