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I wasn't supposed to be at the community pool. Not after the Incident last summer when I'd accidentally knocked over the snack stand while trying to impress Sarah Martinez with my ...
I was a zombie. Not the brain-eating kind — the sophomore Friday kind. Three hours of sleep after finishing that history project will do that to you. The Andersons' pool party gli...
Maya's first mistake was thinking she could learn padel just because Caleb played it. Her second was bringing her phone. "Just tap it like tennis," he'd said during fourth period, ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, her phone clutched in a damp hand. Everyone else was already in the water — Jake doing cannonballs off the diving board, Chloe and her perfect f...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. This was it. The party of the year. And she was standing on the sidewalk like a total loser, working up the nerve...
Maya felt like a zombie most days—shuffling through junior year with headphones clamped tight, eyes glazed from scrolling until 2 AM. Being invisible was easier than risking the aw...
The summer before sophomore year, Mia's mom made her bring the family dog to Jordan's lake house party. Like, who does that? Buttons was a rescue with anxiety issues who somehow se...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror for the third time that morning, attempting to tame his hair into something that wouldn't scream "I woke up like this" even though he t...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his red Solo cup like a lifeline. Everyone else was already in the water, splashing and laughing like they'd been friends sinc...
Maya's iphone lay face-up on the bench, camera rolling as she adjusted her hair for the tenth time. This had to be perfect. "You're recording AGAIN?" Carlos called from the padel ...
The ethernet cable behind my desk had evolved into a sentient monster. Every time I tried to pull it free from the tangled abyss, something else would yank back — my RGB strip, my ...
The social hierarchy at Meadowbrook Recreation Center was like a pyramid scheme nobody asked to join. At the top sat the varsity athletes, then the club sports kids, and somewhere ...