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I stared at my reflection, yanking a comb through my hair for the third time that morning. Mom swore the new biotin shampoo would make it 'pop,' but mostly it just looked like a br...
I was running on three hours of sleep and an unholy amount of iced coffee, basically a certified zombie shambling through third period when Jensen caught my eye from across the caf...
Maya stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The first day of junior year swim tryouts and her brain decided now was the perfect time to remin...
The text came at 11:47 PM: *party @ jess's. everyone's gonna be there.* I stared at my phone, thumb hovering over the screen. Friday night of freshman year and this was it — the m...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Taylor's end-of-summer pool party. The kind where everyone who's anyone shows up with their coolest swimsuit and fakest smile...
The padel court smelled like rubber and desperation. I stood there holding a rental racquet like it might bite me, while Jenna demonstrated her backhand with effortless grace. Of c...
My summer 'vacation' at Uncle Rick's cabin was actually a punishment for failing Algebra. Again. Two weeks without Wi-Fi, surrounded by trees that looked like they were judging me....
Maya's legs burned as she pounded the pavement, another morning of **running** before school because Coach Martinez said she needed to shave three seconds off her mile time if she ...
The invitation sat on my phone for three days before Maya finally forced me to go. "You're not gonna spend the whole summer rotting in your room," she said, dragging me out the d...
The baseball cap pulled low over my eyes was my only defense against the blinding July sun and, more importantly, against making eye contact with anyone at Tyler's pool party. I'd ...
The padel court at the country club smelled like expensive sunscreen and teenage desperation. I adjusted my grip on the racquet, sweat already pooling at the base of my spine where...
The party at Tyler's house was already hitting different when I showed up, fashionably late because Maya was still doing her eyeliner. The bass from the speakers was making the win...