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The chlorine smell hit Marcus before he even reached the community pool gate. Inside, laughter echoed off the water, and bodies splashed everywhere—Jason's end-of-summer blowout, m...
Lila's older brother Jay was 23, worked at Best Buy, and claimed to be a "pyramid scheme" expert. Which really just meant he'd lost $500 onessential oils last summer and now droppe...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his plastic bag like it contained the secrets of the universe. Inside, a single goldfish—Bernie—swam in tight, anxious circles, comp...
Maya stared at her reflection, copper-orange waves framing her face like flames. The box dye had promised "auburn sunset" but she'd gone full **fox**. Three hours of work, and now ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally. She wiped them on her shorts for the third time, staring at the inflatable **pool** in Jenna's backyard where half the sophomore class was cu...
Leo's palms were sweating. Again. He stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose, while Jordan aka "The Sphinx" lounged on the high dive like they owned the place. J...
Maya pulled her baseball cap lower, the brim casting a shadow over her face. This hat had become her armor freshman year—partially hiding the acne she'd obsessed over since seventh...
I felt like a **zombie** staggering through Maya's backyard party, three hours of sleep and AP history stress turning my brain into mush. The bass from the portable speakers thumpe...
The cable went out at exactly the wrong moment. Netflix froze mid-season, and my mom was already annoyed about my phone bill. "It's probably the coaxial connection again," she sig...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, Instagram-filter kind with dramatic under-eye circles and perfectly mussed hair. No, she was the actual walking dead version — surviving on t...
I felt like a zombie at the Hamiltons' pool party. Fourth night in a row of staying up until 3 AM gaming'll do that to you. But there I was, floating in the shallow end with my eye...
I stood at the edge of the baseball field, clutching my phone like it was a lifeline. First varsity game of the season, and somehow I'd let Sarah talk me into coming. 'It'll be fun...