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The bass thumped through Maya's chest as she stood in the corner of Jordan's basement, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. First party of sophomore year, and she was...
The summer before junior year, I landed the worst job imaginable: lifeguard at the Glenview Pool, where I spent eight hours a day watching kids do cannonballs and elderly ladies do...
Maya's first real house party felt like walking into a alternate universe where everyone else had received the social script she'd missed. The bass thumped through her chest as she...
I'd been a **zombie** for three months—since Mom left, since Dad stopped looking at me like I was his daughter and started seeing me as another obligation. Wake up, school, practic...
My palms were sweating. Again. I wiped them on my jeans, but the moisture just kept coming. Standing outside Jake's house, I could feel the bass thumping through the door like a se...
My friends called me Fox because I could slink through the hallways undetected, invisible as a shadow in designer sneakers. I'd cultivated this skill over three years of high schoo...
Maya's hair was frizzy. Not the cute, effortless frizzy that Pinterest promised, but the actual disaster that happened when you spent three hours at a **pool** party in ninety-degr...
The pool party at Jenna's house was everything Maya dreaded. The popular kids sprawled across lounge chairs like they owned them, and somewhere inside, a cable box was blasting mus...
The July sun glared off the Blue Haven pool like it had a personal vendetta against my retinas. I stood at the edge, board shorts dripping, feeling like a total zombie after three ...
My summer job at the vitamin shop should've been chill. Stand behind the counter, recommend some gummy multivitamins to soccer moms, scroll Tikko on my phone. Easy. But then Kai s...
The July heat wave had turned everything into a sauna, including my dad's van where I sat dying of boredom. This was my summer job: assistant to the cable guy. My dad, technically....
The neon orange gummy vitamin sat on my tongue like a betrayal. Mom swore these would help me 'grow strong bones' but mostly they just made me look like I'd been licking traffic co...