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The abandoned pool at Miller's Creek was our sanctuary—the kind of place parents would absolutely freak about if they knew. Three of us squeezed onto the cracked diving board like ...
Maya's hair was matted from crying, but she wasn't about to let anyone see that. She pulled the beanie down low—stolen from her older sister's room—like armor. It was just a hat, b...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she mixed the neon pink box dye in her bathroom sink. Her mom would literally kill her if she found out, but after what happened at lunch tod...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating through her phone case as she stood at the edge of Jake's backyard rager. Three weeks into sophomore year, and she was still the...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her vitamin gummies in her pocket like they were some kind of armor. Mom swore they'd help with her growth spurt, but at fourteen, May...
Marcus flopped onto the couch, the worn leather creaking under his weight. Summer after eighth grade stretched ahead like an endless desert of boredom—until his older brother Jared...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching a flat orange Fanta like it was a lifeline, which, honestly, it kinda was. This was Jordan's end-of-summer blowout, and somehow she'd s...
Marcus sat on the bench, gripping his iPhone until his knuckles turned white. Another notification from Sarah—why was she being so weird lately? The baseball tryouts were tomorrow,...
Maya's sophomore year existed in a strict pyramid. At the top: the student council girls with their perfect skin and Stanley cups. In the middle: normal people. And somewhere in th...
Marcus stood at the edge of the neighborhood pool, chlorine stinging his nose. The backward baseball cap—his armor—felt suddenly ridiculous. Everyone else was vibing, laughing in g...
Maya's phone buzzed with the text she'd been waiting for all week: *Fox's party tonight. You coming? 8pm. Don't be awkward.* Fox (real name: Felix) had earned his nickname through...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I kept them open anyway. Wednesday afternoons at the rec center pool were basically a social battlefield, and I was losing. Hard. I'd bleached my h...