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Maya pressed her phone against her locker door, heart doing that weird fluttery thing it always did when she felt like a total creep. She'd been lowkey **running** Maya's Instagram...
Maya's mom stood in the kitchen doorway, holding out the orange bottle like it was a peace offering. "Vitamin D, sweetie. For energy. And don't forget your spinach smoothie – I put...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, panic rising in her throat. Her frizzy hair was doing that thing again — exploding in every direction like she'd stuck her finger in an ...
Maya's hair had been every shade of the rainbow, but orange was the one that stuck. Literally. The DIY dye job had turned her curls into what her brother called "traffic cone chic....
Maya's hair was supposed to be the solution. Sun-kissed caramel, streaky and effortless—Instagram-filter hair that would finally make her visible in the crowded hallways of Northwo...
The tangled mess of cables behind my TV looked like someone had tried to knit a sweater with spaghetti. I sighed, eighteen years old and still calling my dad for tech support. "Ju...
The **palm** trees swayed like they didn't have a care in the world, which was more than I could say for myself. Three weeks into sophomore year at Palm Beach High, and I still had...
Maya's best friend since kindergarten, Chloe, had invited her to Jake's house party. The first party of freshman year. Maya had spent two hours straightening her hair that still fr...
I'd become a master of the digital stalk. Every evening at 8 PM, I'd transform into a full-blown private investigator, my thumbs moving with surgical precision across Leo's Instagr...
I spent the whole summer before sophomore year trying to become someone new. Not someone fake, just someone more interesting than the girl who sat in the back of algebra class, her...
The humidity in my aunt's backyard was absolutely criminal—like, actually offensive to my existence. I stood by the pool clutching a red plastic cup like it was a lifeline, watchin...
I'm supposed to be at Mason's pool party, but instead I'm crouched behind the oak tree in my backyard, spying on the baseball field where Caleb practices his pitching. The way his ...