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Marcus's neon-blue swim trunks hung three inches above his knees, which was exactly the problem. The pool party at Jessica's house loomed like a final exam he hadn't studied for, a...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even clocked in. First day on the job as pool monitor at the rec center, and I was already sweating through my staff tee. Jayden was on break—per...
Marcus stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror, running gel through his hair for the third time. The barber had messed up—badly. "Just a trim," he'd said, and now he looked...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Her best friend Sarah was already in the water, laughing with some juniors l...
My first day at Pharaoh's Putt-Putt was supposed to be chill — just stamping hands and watching middle schoolers miss hole-in-one attempts. Instead, I became the reason the entire ...
Maya smoothed the fake fur of her fox costume, her fingers trembling. This wasn't even her idea. Mia, her former best friend turned Instagram queen, had decided the squad should do...
The backwards cap was supposed to be my armor. A confidence boost, basically. Standing at the edge of the Reynolds' pool, clutching a melted orange popsicle that dripped down my wr...
Marcus slumped against the dugout fence, looking like a straight-up zombie after three weeks of finals, zero sleep, and his parents' endless divorce drama. His skin had that sickly...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully extracting a piece of **spinach** from her braces with her tongue. Three minutes until Jake's party officially started, and sh...
The box said 'Midnight Raven' but my reflection screamed 'Construction Cone' instead. I slumped against the bathroom door, my freshly dyed hair glowing with the intensity of a rad...
Jordan was a zombie. Not like, actual eating brains zombie — more like the kind who'd been waking up at 4:30 AM for swim practice every single summer since seventh grade. His eyes ...
Maya stood by the edge of the **pool**, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. The Friday night rager at Jake's house was in full swing—music thumping, bodies grinding,...