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My hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, I emerged from the bathroom looking like a traffic cone. "You look like you're about to direct traffic," my little brother anno...
Maya's thumbs moved across her iphone screen like she was defusing a bomb. She wasn't. She was just refreshing Instagram for the third time in two minutes, because apparently that'...
The Ethernet cable dangling from the ceiling looked like a noose, which honestly? Fitting. I was stuck at Jayden's "end of summer" rager, completely drowning in social anxiety. "B...
Maya's hair had been through five transformations since freshman year, and she was staring down number six. The bathroom mirror reflected a stranger—someone bold enough to show up ...
Maya clutched her **iphone** like it was a lifeline, which, honestly, it basically was. Junior year at Northwood High operated like a carefully constructed social **pyramid**—cheer...
The bull sat at the edge of the pool like he owned everything—chlorinated water, suburban backyards, my entire summer. His name was Jason, and somehow in the three weeks since I'd ...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water the fake plants in the cafeteria. She clutched her phone, willing herself to send the text to Jordan that had been sit...
Maya pulled her beanie down lower, practically disappearing inside its gray folds. The hat had become her armor against freshman year — a literal and metaphorical shield she could ...
Maya's iPhone 13 lay shattered on her bedroom floor, victim of an accidental collision with her little brother's nerf gun. Three days without her phone. Three days of TikTok FOMO, ...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even opened the locker room door. Another day of swimming laps, another day of pretending I didn't feel like a fraud in a Speedo. "Yo Marcus, yo...
Maya's summer vacation turned into a personality crisis the moment she walked into her cousin Ashley's penthouse apartment. The cat, a Persian named Duchess, looked at her with eye...
Marcus's palms were sweating so much he could practically fill a water bottle. Standing beside the **cable** car stop, he clutched his **baseball** glove like a lifeline. Today was...