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The Vitamin Pact

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Maya and I made the pact three weeks before freshman orientation. We'd reinvent ourselves, start with the hair—these neon-blue vitamins from TikTok that promised mermaid-length locks in thirty days. We were desperate. Desperate to be anyone but the quiet girls who sat at the back of the middle school cafeteria.

"Your hair's already getting longer," I told Maya, lying through my teeth. We both knew it was wishful thinking, but saying it made it feel possible.

The night of Jackson's party, I spent two hours straightening my hair until it hung like a dark curtain around my face. Armor. The vitamins were supposed to give me confidence, but really it was just hair and a placebo effect in a gelatin capsule.

We walked in, and I immediately spotted him—Tyler from chemistry, leaning against the kitchen counter. My heart did that stupid flutters thing. Maya whispered, "Go talk to him," but before I could, some junior with a red cup bumped into me.

The water balloon fight was already escalating in the backyard. Someone threw wild, and the balloon exploded against my chest. Soaked. My hair plastered to my forehead like a drowned rat, streaks of black running down my face where my mascara surrendered.

I froze. This was it. The social death of me.

Then Tyler laughed—not mean, but genuine. He grabbed a water balloon and nailed the junior who'd bumped me. "Payback," he called, grinning at me. "You okay?"

I wiped my face, leaving streaks of black mascara warrior paint. "Actually," I said, surprising myself, "I'm great."

Maya appeared beside me, equally drenched, hair frizzing into something wild and unstoppable. "We're not invisible anymore," she murmured.

No, we weren't. We were the girls who took a water balloon to the face and didn't hide. The vitamins hadn't worked. The straightening was ruined. But standing there, dripping wet and laughing as Tyler handed me a dry towel from inside, I realized we hadn't needed to change at all.

We just needed to stop hiding behind the hair and let ourselves get a little wet.