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My life was basically a horror movie, except instead of running from monsters, I was running from conversation. Standing at the edge of Maya's pool, clutching my iphone like it was...
Maya's hair had declared war on her. Third period humidity plus a skipped wash day equaled a frizz disaster that no amount of TikTok hacks could fix. She pulled her hood up, alread...
I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, braces glinting under fluorescent lights. Today was the day—finally going to talk to Maya, who'd been sitting behind me in honors ...
Maya's hair had always been her safety blanket—long, dark, and consistently invisible. But today, she'd chopped it all off into a pixie cut that made her look like a completely dif...
Maya pulled the beanie down lower, wishing she could disappear into the auditorium seat. The hat was her armor—ever since she'd dyed her hair electric blue on impulse two weeks ago...
The summer sun beat down on the backyard pool, turning the water into something blinding and impossible. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her vitamin-enhanced water bottle like it...
The party was already dead when I walked in, or maybe that was just me running on three hours of sleep and a neon orange energy drink that tasted like battery acid and regret. "Yo...
Maya had three constants in her sophomore year: frizzy hair she couldn't tame, her neighbors' annoying golden retriever Buster, feeling like a zombie from AP Chem overload, and her...
Maya slid into her usual seat, back corner table by the emergency exit. The one where you could see everything without being seen. Her iPhone lit up with a notification — Leo had p...
Maya pulled the orange beanie down over her ears for the third time, fighting the urge to rip it off. It wasn't even cold inside Jordan's house—but her cousin had insisted she dres...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz before her first day at baseball camp, but the humidity had other plans. Her ponytail was ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The sophomore spring fling party was in full swing—literally. People were cannonballing, screaming, a...