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The carnival goldfish had lasted three days before floating belly-up. Typical. Just like Maya's promise to help me reinvent myself this summer. "You need a vibe," she'd said, scro...
I felt like a total **spy** infiltrating enemy territory. Jake's pool party was the social event of the summer, and somehow, awkward, invisible me had actually been invited. Probab...
Maya's dad always said her hair was too wild for softball, said it needed to be tamed in a ponytail like the other girls. But she kept it loose, a brown curtain she could hide behi...
I never thought I'd be caught dead at the neighborhood pool party, but here I was, standing by the chain-link fence like a total loser while everyone else splashed around like they...
Maya pressed her palm against the cool tile of the diving block, heart hammering like she'd just downed three energy shots. This was it. The moment she'd been overthinking since se...
Maya's hands shook as she ratted her **hair** for the third time. The ponytail holder snapped—again—and she wanted to scream. Tonight was the night. Jason's pool party. The party t...
I'd been **running** laps around the track for forty-five minutes when my phone buzzed in my pocket. Mia's text lit up the screen: pool party at Tyler's. You coming? My stomach di...
Marcus stood at the edge of Miller's Pond, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. His first real party. First time the older kids had actually invited him somewhere. And ...
The July sun beat down on the Morrison's backyard pool, turning the water into something that looked like liquid crystal. Everyone from sophomore year was there, tanning and splash...
Leo's collection of oversized dad hats had become his entire personality. Each one carefully curated to broadcast vibes he hadn't actually figured out yet: the vintage Chicago Bull...
Marcus's summer was supposed to be epic—pool parties, chilling with squad, maybe finally getting the courage to text Maya. Instead, he was stuck watching his little brother's baseb...
Maya dragged her flip-flops through the sand, feeling like a total zombie after finals week. Three AP exams, two projects, and approximately zero hours of sleep would do that to yo...