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The cafeteria had an invisible pyramid, and I was definitely in the foundation layer — buried, unseen, supporting everyone else's social-climbing ambitions while existing on snacks...
The orange plastic scoop clattered against the side of the aquarium. Seven years of loyal service, and Bubbles had chosen today of all days to go belly-up. "He's not dead," Maya i...
Maya pulled the snapback down over her eyes, grateful for the shadow it cast on her face. The cafeteria noise hit her like a physical wave—laughter, shouting, the screech of metal ...
Maya's orange one-piece was supposed to be lucky. Her best friend Jen swore by it—worn to every swim meet since seventh grade, through first periods and first crushes. But tonight?...
The padel court radiated heat like a microwave, but I couldn't bail. My cousin Sarah's tournament, and if I dipped early, she'd kill me. Also, Jake was watching from the sidelines,...
Marcus's summer job as a lifeguard was supposed to be chill—just him, the sun, and the occasional kid doing cannonballs off the diving board. But tonight was different. Tonight was...
I'm not built for running. That's what I kept telling myself as my lungs burned and my legs turned into jelly, but here I was, somehow on the varsity cross country team as a sophom...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sun-kissed highlights. Instead, thanks to her cousin's DIY YouTube tutorial, it looked like a traffic cone had exploded on her head. "You're still c...
Marcus stood by the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The blue glow from his cracked screen reflected in the dark **water** as he scrolled through texts he'd a...
I walked through sophomore year like a zombie—braindead from three hours of sleep, surviving on vending machine snacks and pure panic about my GPA. My phone was basically glued to ...
The swim team locker room smelled like chlorine and teenage anxiety — basically my natural habitat. I was the new kid, still figuring out the social hierarchy of Lane 4 versus Lane...
Maya pulled the oversized beanie down to her eyebrows, creating a soft wool fortress between herself and the world. Four weeks into sophomore year at Crestwood High, and she was st...