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My hair was doing that thing again—frizzing up like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. Right before the swim meet, too. Perfect. "You ready?" Maya asked, already halfway...
Maya scrolled through her iPhone like a zombie, thumb moving on autopilot through feeds of people living lives that looked way more interesting than hers. The pool party noises fil...
Maya felt like a zombie after three straight nights of cramming for finals. Her brain was mush, her eyes burned, and she'd survive solely on caffeine and desperation. But tonight w...
I spent the entire summer being a total creep—okay, not creepy-creepy, but definitely operating in full spy mode. Every day at 3 PM, I'd position myself behind the oak tree in our ...
The party at Maya's house was already lit when I arrived, fashionably late but mostly just terrified. My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my phone. This was it — my f...
Maya stared at the disaster on her head. The box dye promised "sunset copper," but her hair looked more like "rusty traffic cone." Three days before the Spring Fling. Three days be...
The salon chair squeaked as I watched my reflection change. I'd spent fifteen years with the same **hair**—middle part, safely brown, basically invisible. But now, with junior year...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She stood outside the Jensen's beach house, clutching her phone, heart doing backflips. The orange sunset painted everything in...
Maya's iPhone dinged for the forty-third time that hour. She lay on Emma's bedroom floor, surrounded by half-eaten pizza and three other girls who should've been studying for final...
Riley's baseball sat on the kitchen table like a challenge. My brother's signature had faded, the leather worn from countless practices he'd never get to finish now that his arm wa...
My hat was practically screaming at me. Actually, it was just the brim flapping in the wind, but after three days of baseball camp with zero sleep, everything had a voice. Includin...
The bass thumped through Marco's backyard speakers as Maya stood frozen by the pool edge. At fifteen, this was officially The Most Important Social Event of Summer, and she was cur...