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The ethernet cable lay across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, and I was absolutely spiraling. My Discord with Leo had been lagging for days, and tonight was supposed to be our ...
The scissors hovered over Maya's forehead like a weapon. She was about to do something absolutely unhinged, but honestly? Her hair had been giving her middle-school vibes for way t...
Maya's hair floated around her like seaweed in the community pool, chlorinated and blue. She'd spent three hours straightening it that morning, terrified of looking like a frizzbal...
I looked like a zombie. No, literally — dark circles under my eyes, skin practically gray, moving through the hallway like the walking dead. Three hours of sleep will do that to yo...
Marcus's stuffed bear sat on his bookshelf, a fuzzy witness to his transformation. At fifteen, he should've donated it years ago, but Barnaby — yeah, he'd named him — stayed. Some ...
Maya's hair had been a disaster since she attempted the DIY balayage tutorial at 2 AM. Now, standing at the edge of the pool at Tyler's end-of-summer bash, she felt like a literal ...
I was literally considering faking my own death just to avoid tryouts. The baseball cap my dad gave me sat crushed at the bottom of my backpack, a constant reminder of how much I w...
The goldfish had been dead for three days when Maya's phone buzzed with Jake's invite to the end-of-year pool party. " Everyone's gonna be there," he'd texted, adding a thinking-fa...
Leo's vintage fedora wasn't just a hat—it was his transformation protocol. At fifteen, desperate to shed his middle-school nerd reputation, he'd spent fifty dollars of his birthday...
Maya's beanie was basically welded to her head since seventh grade. It covered the frizzy parts, the bad hair days, and most importantly, her. But junior year was two weeks away, a...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Homecoming week. Peak social hierarchy season. She stood in front of her mirror, yanking the bright orange beanie down over her curls. It was t...
The pool party of the year. That's what Maya's instagram story called it. I stood there clutching my **iphone**, watching everyone cannonball into crystal water while I hovered nea...