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Leo's knuckles whitened around the pool's edge. Below, the water shifted like blue gelatin, innocent and terrifying all at once. "You going, or what?" Marcus called from the divin...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her armor. Fresh coils,完美的, the kind that made people whisper "you dropped this, sis" in the hallways. Three hours of Saturday morning dedication, pl...
The humidity was already hitting different at 2 PM, but there I was, standing at the edge of Jake's above-ground pool like I had anywhere else to be. My best friend since third gra...
Maya's sweaty palms gripped her iPhone like a lifeline, the screen illuminating her frantic face in the darkness of her bathroom. 11:47 PM. The party downstairs thundered with bass...
The lightning flashed across the sky like nature's strobe light, turning the summer night into something electric and alive. Maya pressed her palms against the chain-link fence, wa...
Maya's heart hammered as she slid under the bleachers, her escape from the cafeteria's social battlefield. The lunch period had become a minefield of glances from the popular crowd...
The carnival goldfish lived in a bowl on Maya's nightstand, a prize from freshman year that refused to die. Its name was Toast, because everything else had already been taken. "Yo...
Maya stood by the punch bowl, feeling like a zombie in her own dress. The gym was transformed into Ancient Egypt for senior prom, complete with a six-foot cardboard pyramid prop an...
Maya stared at the glass pyramid on her dad's desk—some corporate award for "Climbing to Success." Meanwhile, she was busy sinking into the social quicksand of sophomore year at No...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did when Chloe was around. She was laughing at something Tyler sa...
I was basically a zombie by third period, running on two hours of sleep and an iced coffee that had gone lukewarm. Freshman year was eating my brain, one AP class at a time. "You ...
Marcus stood beside the backstop, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. The baseball field stretched before him — a churning sea of varsity jackets and gossip circl...