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The orange hair had seemed like a good idea at 2 AM. Now, standing in the hallway before third period, I wanted to melt into the lockers. "Nice highlighter vibe," Maya said, falli...
The Pacific Ocean crashed against the shore as Leo stood behind the dune, watching them. Maya and Ethan sat on the beach blanket, laughing at something on her phone. Leo felt like ...
Maya's fox-orange hoodie was her armor against the world. Freshman year at Crestwood High felt like one long game of padel—fast-paced, confusing, with everyone watching your every ...
I wasn't supposed to be the one housesitting the Vanderbildts' place that weekend. But my older bailed last minute because apparently "getting broken up with via text while his fri...
Riley dragged herself to the community pool at 5:45 AM, feeling like a straight-up **zombie**. Three weeks into summer break, and she was already drowning in exhaustion. The early ...
Maya pressed herself against the brick wall behind the gym, heart running so hard she thought it might burst through her ribcage. She'd spent the entire lunch period being a spy, w...
Maya stood in line at the fair, her stomach doing backflips. Behind her, Jake and his crew were hyping each other up. "You gotta ride the bull, Maya. Don't be chicken," Jake tease...
The vitamin gummies sat on my nightstand like colorful accusations. Mom's latest phase—"wellness hacking" she called it. I'd been choking them down for three weeks, supposedly to b...
The box promised 'sunset orange,' but my hair looked more like a traffic cone explosion. I pulled my dad's old baseball cap low, trying to hide the disaster as I slunk toward the c...
Marcus stood in front of his mirror, smoothing his favorite thrifted hat for the tenth time. The house party was in two hours, and his stomach was doing that familiar flip-flop thi...
Maya stared at her reflection, the bathroom mirror revealing exactly what she dreaded. Her hair, once cascading down her back in perfect waves, now sat in jagged, uneven chunks abo...
Maya's palms were sweating — again. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time while staring at Tyler across the cafeteria. He was laughing at something his friends said, and w...