The Pyramid Scheme of Sophomore Year
The pyramid of our high school's social hierarchy had Zara at the apex, of course. She sat at the center table in the cafeteria like she'd been born there, which basically she had—...
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The pyramid of our high school's social hierarchy had Zara at the apex, of course. She sat at the center table in the cafeteria like she'd been born there, which basically she had—...
The **pool** sat behind Miller's house like a forbidden kingdom, its surface still and waiting. Maya stood at the edge, clutching her towel like armor. Tonight was the night—senior...
Maya's hair was the color of a traffic cone — a desperate, impulsive orange that happened two weeks after Jordan dumped her via Snapchat streak. Now she was running, her Nikes hitt...
Maya's mom dropped her off at the county fair with five dollars and a warning to be careful. Maya's brown hair frizzed in the humidity, and she kept smoothing it down as she joined...
Maya was running late. Again. Her phone had died at 2%—classic Maya energy—so she'd had to bolt from the neighborhood without checking the group chat. The storm front moving in mad...
The diving board towered over me like a sentencing judge, while Jordan adjusted his Snapback and smirked from the poolside. "You gonna jump or just stand there looking like a confu...
The pool party was supposed to be legendary. At least, that's what Maya's snap said. Now I'm standing here in my too-short trunks while everyone else looks like they stepped out of...
Maya arrived at Camp Whispering Pines feeling like a total zombie—three hours of sleep, thanks to overthinking whether her haircut screamed "trying too hard." The bus ride had been...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Instagram as she surveyed the backyard kingdom. Being the new kid meant playing spy constantly—gathering intel on who ...
Maya's stomach did that familiar flip-flop thing as she stared at the invitation on her phone. Kara's pool party. The same Kara who'd spent the last three months giving Maya the ni...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. The flat iron sizzled as she dragged it through stubborn waves, but her bangs still frizzed like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. T...
The heat wave had everyone at the Riverside Pool Complex acting weird — even weirder than usual for July. My best friend Leo was currently hiding behind a fake potted plant, wearin...