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Band-Aid on my arm, cat scratches still stinging, I stood at the edge of the rodeo grounds watching the bull spin and kick in the chute. My best friend Marcus bounced on his toes b...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The water glittered deceptively calm, but her stomach was doing full-on gymnastics. Three weeks a...
Jordan adjusted their swimsuit for the tenth time, standing at the edge of Sarah's backyard pool party. The August heat was already oppressive, and water—clear, blue, welcoming wat...
Maya stared at the bathroom mirror, her curly hair springing around her face like an untamed creature. Freshman year at Northwood High had started three days ago, and she already f...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangled in the hair she'd dyed midnight blue at 2 AM. The bathroom light revealed patches where the bleach hadn't taken, leaving her looking ...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip the red plastic cup. This was it. My first real high school party, and I was already psyching myself out. Around me, people laugh...
The goldfish stared at me through the glass, its orange scales flashing in the pet store's fluorescent lights. I swear it was judging my outfit choice. Again. "You're overthinking...
The pool party was in full swing, but Maya was stuck in the shallow end, clutching her **iPhone** like a lifeline. She'd been refreshing Instagram for twenty minutes, watching ever...
The first time I felt like a zombie, I was standing at the deep end of Jessica Miller's backyard pool, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. Everyone around me was movin...
Maya's phone buzzed with another group chat notification from the swim team. *Pool party at Jake's, Saturday. Don't bring it unless you're ready to lose.* She stared at her hair i...
Maya sprawled across her beanbag chair, aggressively scrolling through Instagram while her dad's ancient golden retriever, Barnaby, snored beside her. The HDMI cable had disconnect...
The papaya smoothie was supposed to be my power move. I'd spent twenty minutes crafting the perfect aesthetic—chunky sneakers, curated messiness, smoothie color-coordinated with m...