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Marcus adjusted his snapback for the tenth time that morning. The brim stayed low, shadowing eyes that refused to meet anyone's gaze. Senior year pool party. Biggest social event o...
Jake pulled the cap low over his eyes, but not low enough. He could still feel everyone staring. Well, not everyone — just Amy, which somehow felt worse. "You're seriously trying...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her plastic bag like it contained something radioactive—which, technically, it kinda did. Inside swam Goldie, the carnival goldfish sh...
Maya dragged her feet through the front door, feeling like a total **zombie** after three hours of AP Bio review. The house was already buzzing—her older sister's college friends w...
Maya's lungs burned like someone had lit a fire in her chest. Again. Sixth period PE—aka the seventh circle of hell—and Coach Miller had them running laps until she'd personally en...
Maya's hair frizzed in the humidity as she crouched behind the cafeteria trash cans, phone clutched in her sweating palm. Being a wannabe spy wasn't exactly how she'd pictured her ...
Maya's orange bikini felt too bright against the muted blues of the country club pool. At fifteen, everything felt like a performance — especially here, where the popular kids cong...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip the edge of the starting block. Behind me, someone whispered, "That's The Bull. Third in state last year." I squeezed my eyes shu...
The goldfish finned through its bowl, bubbles rising like tiny prayers. It had been three weeks since Jordan left for summer camp, and I'd been stuck feeding her fish while she liv...
Maya stared across the cafeteria at Jordan, who was now sitting at the third table from the back — the social pyramid's tier she'd spent three years trying to escape. They'd made a...
The lake shimmered like liquid sapphire under the July sun, but Maya's stomach was doing nervous backflips. Pool parties were basically her kryptonite—too much skin, too many eyes,...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, looking like a total zombie after pulling an all-nighter to finish her English essay. Her dark circles were darker than her ac...