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Marcus stood behind the gym, his palms so sweaty he could barely grip the baseball bat. Tryouts were in ten minutes, and his stomach was doing backflips that had nothing to do with...
The neighborhood pool party of the year. Everyone from school would be there, including Tyler—the self-proclaimed king of the high dive who'd been making my life miserable since se...
Marcus's summer job as a pool monitor wasn't exactly legendary, but it paid for the vitamin supplements his mom swore would make him grow three inches by senior year. He was stuck ...
Maya smoothed her sunscreen for the third time, hands trembling slightly. Tonight was Tyler's pool party — the social event of the summer before freshman year — and she'd been crus...
The water in the pool looked like liquid jade, reflecting the harsh fluorescent lights of the Riverside Community Center. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her vitamin D supplement...
The cable guy was supposed to show between 9 and 12, which in adult time meant anywhere between dawn and the apocalypse. I was technically "supervising" — my parents' way of saying...
Maya's palms were sweating, literally dripping, as she stared at the social pyramid of Jefferson High's pool party. Freshmans at the bottom, seniors at the top, and her somewhere i...
Maya's strawberry blonde hair, currently half-dyed in her bathroom sink with her mom's old orange hair dye from Halloween, was about to become her signature move. Cross country pra...
The summer before sophomore year, Maya decided she was done being the quiet kid who sat in the back. Her cousin's graduation party was the perfect place to reinvent herself—her bes...
Kai's breath came in ragged bursts, his legs burning as he pounded against the dirt path. The cross country meet had started twenty minutes ago, but he was already thinking about d...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his grandpa's old fedora, hoping the vintage piece would distract from his fraying nerves. First day at Franklin High, and he still felt like an imposte...
I was already running ten minutes late to Tyler's party—the one that would supposedly determine my social standing for the rest of freshman year—when my cat decided this was the pe...