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The humidity was thick enough to chew on. At Tyler's end-of-summer pool party, I was doing what I did best: holding up the wall while everyone else acted like this was literally th...
The **pool** at Jordan's house glowed that perfect blue that only exists on Instagram, but real life came with way more awkward. Maya stood by the snack table, clutching a paper pl...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High worked like a pyramid scheme nobody signed up for. At the base? Everyone else. At the peak? The kids whose lives looked perfect on Instagram—...
Maya adjusted the brim of her vintage dad hat—like, actually vintage, her dad's from the 90s—not the aesthetic kind everyone at Westbridge Country Club wore ironically. She clutche...
My cousin Maria said if I wanted to fit in at Rodriguez family reunions, I had to learn Spanish properly and stop being such a city kid. She wasn't wrong — I'd been lurking around ...
Marcus adjusted his orange baseball cap, hoping it covered his disastrous post-practice hair. Coach had been riding everyone hard about the Riverside game, and Marcus's arm felt li...
Maya's hair had been doing this frizzy thing since seventh grade, like it had a personal vendetta against humidity and her social life simultaneously. She'd spent three hours strai...
The summer before sophomore year, the pool became my entire world. Not because I loved swimming—I barely doggy-paddled—but because lifeguarding was the only job I could get without...
Maya stared at the mirror, the fluorescent bathroom light bouncing off her freshly dyed orange hair. It wasn't the warm sunset-glow she'd pictured from the TikTok tutorial. It look...
Maya felt like a total spy at Tyler's house party, lurking in the kitchen doorway like she was gathering intelligence instead of just trying not to have a panic attack. Her palms w...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely hold my phone. Again. The vitamin D supplements my mom insisted I take were supposed to help with stress, but they sure weren't helpin...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his signature orange bucket hat like it was a tactical shield. The backyard party was already in full swing—people cannonballing int...