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Marcus stood at the bottom of the school's social pyramid, clutching his dad's faded baseball cap like it was a lottery ticket. Today was tryouts, and somehow, someway, he'd decide...
Lily pulled the brim of her vintage bucket hat lower, the worn fabric her only shield against the blinding July sun and twenty judgmental pairs of eyes. This was her first pool par...
Levi was seventeen and fundamentally invisible. At least, that's how it felt at Crestview High, where the social hierarchy was as rigid as stadium seating and Levi had somehow ende...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her jeans, leaving dark streaks on the denim. "You're doing it," said Chloe, flopping onto Maya's bed. "The palm reading thing...
Maya's iphone buzzed with another text from the group chat that had blown up while she was at dinner. u coming to jake's party? everyone's gonna be there. She stared at the screen...
Maya stood in front of Jackson's bathroom mirror, dabbing green face paint onto her cheeks. The zombie makeup was supposed to be ironic—a commentary on how high school turned every...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in curls that refused to behave. The Johnsons' pool party was in three hours, and she'd spent the morning watching TikTok tutorials ...
The **pool** water shimmered like liquid diamond in the July heat, but Maya's stomach did nervous backflips. This was Jessica's party—the Jessica who'd somehow transformed from ban...
Maya's summer was supposed to be lit — hanging with her bestie Leo, maybe flirting with that cute barista at the café, definitely not stuck in her aunt's suburban house dog-sitting...
Maya hovered at the edge of everything, as usual. The pool water glowed blue-black under string lights, goldfish darting through the shallows like tiny orange ghosts. Who put goldf...
The cat—a scrappy calico with one ear that refused to stand up—appeared at my window every Tuesday like clockwork. I'd feed her turkey deli meat from the fridge, Mom would pretend ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. Which was ridiculous, honestly, because it was just an invite to Harper's party. The same Harper who sat three r...