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The goldfish floated sideways in its bowl, its orange scales catching the afternoon light. Dead. My best friend Maya sat on my bed, scrolling through her phone, half-watching as I ...
The locker room smelled like sweat and cheap body spray, the kind that came in aerosol cans everyone shared even though we shouldn't. I stared at myself in the mirror, adjusting my...
My mom's ancient station wagon groaned as I pulled up to Tyler's pool party. Text after text lit up my phone: feed the cat, don't forget the cat, the cat needs fresh water. Misty. ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the sliding glass door, smoothing her frizzy hair for the third time. Behind her, the resort pool glittered like turquoise promise, dotted with tee...
The 6:45 AM bus ride to Jackson High required military-grade caffeine. Maya slumped against the window, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 2 AM doomscrolling throug...
Maya's thumbs were practically vibrating, her iPhone clutched like a lifeline. Sarah's basement party raged around her—someone had spilled something neon on the carpet, three diffe...
Marcus had worn the same navy blue **baseball** hat every day since seventh grade. It wasn't even a good hat—the brim was curved wrong, the fabric was pilling, and it smelled vague...
Maya's life had officially become a walking advertisement for the undead. Three weeks of finals, two part-time jobs, and approximately four hours of sleep per night had transformed...
The baseball diamond had been my sanctuary since seventh grade. I knew the crack of the bat, the smell of infield dirt, exactly how my cleats clicked against the concrete dugout fl...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her towel like armor. The water glittered with that fake blue sheen that only existed at night, under the LED strings strung acr...
I should've known better than to trust Aiden's 'exotic fruit adventure' party theme. But there I was, standing in his kitchen holding what looked like an alien melon, while Jason—t...
The backyard pool shimmered like something from a TikTok aesthetic post, which made sense since Taylor—the girl whose house we were at—basically ran our school's social hierarchy. ...