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The water in Sarah's infinity pool glittered like someone had dumped actual diamonds into it, which wouldn't have surprised me considering her dad's tech startup money. I stood by ...
Jake's palms were sweating through his batting gloves. Again. The kind of nervous dampness that made the leather slip-slide against the rubber grip of his baseball bat. He adjusted...
Maya's curls had been straightened into submission for three years, ever since middle school when someone called her hair "a explosion." But today, the chlorine from the community ...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her sweaty palm, third notification in two minutes from the group chat blowing up about Jake's party. She leaned against the bathroom sink, staring at her r...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip the clipboard. Coach Miller had assigned me to keep stats for the baseball team this semester, which sounded easy until I realize...
Maya's palms were sweating, and she hadn't even gotten near the water yet. Tyler's pool party—practically a rite of passage for incoming sophomores—buzzed with chlorine, sunscreen,...
The **water** in Layla's backyard pool glittered like crushed diamonds under the party lights. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her solo cup like a lifeline, feeling very much lik...
Maya felt like a total **spy**, scanning the crowded lunchroom while pretending to be deeply interested in her phone. Three tables down, Fox—the nickname everyone used for the new ...
Marcus stood in the batter's box, his heart pounding like a bass drop at homecoming. The baseball team from North Valley High stared him down from the field, and honestly? The blea...
The first week of sophomore year, I learned that high school is basically a petting zoo where nobody knows which animal they're supposed to be. My older brother Marcus had been th...
Maya's iphone lay face-down on the bench, screen dark, notification LED blinking like a heartbeat she was trying to ignore. Three unread texts from Chloe: 'U coming?' 'we're waitin...
Maya's palms were already sweating before she even got to Miller's backyard. The annual end-of-school pool party. The social event of the season that everyone would be talking abou...