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My palms were basically swimming pools. Standing at the edge of Jordan's backyard bash, I watched Marcus—that perfect, Varsity-jacket-wearing, somehow-always-smelling-good Marcus...
Marcus's hands shook as he gripped the baseball bat. Varsity tryouts, freshman year. The ultimate social suicide mission if he choked. "Hey, rookie!" hollered Tyler, the senior pi...
The social pyramid at Lincoln High was simple: jocks on top, band kids somewhere in the middle, and everyone else fighting for the scraps. So when Maria—the Maria whose Instagram s...
Maya's iphone screen glowed in the darkness of her bedroom, 11:47 PM blinking like an accusation. No new notifications. Again. Across the street, Jenna's house pulsed with music a...
Marcus stood at the plate, bat trembling like a leaf in a hurricane. The pitching machine whirred—his teammates called it The Sphinx because it always asked the same silent questio...
The Wednesday We Almost Drowned Wednesday afternoon swim practice meant one thing: Coach Rodriguez acting like a human sphinx, barking riddles instead of instructions. "You want ...
My hair looked like a chlorine-soaked poodle had exploded on my head. Three hours and forty-seven dollars worth of blonde ambition, reduced to this. I stared at my reflection in th...
I'm basically a professional **spy** at this point. Not the cool kind with gadgets and night-vision goggles — more like the kind who lurks behind lockers during third period, watch...
The chlorine always hits me first—that sharp chemical smell that basically screams minimum wage. I adjusted my lifeguard whistle, doing my best impression of someone who definitely...
Maya's iPhone buzzed against the lounge chair, third time in five minutes. Pool water glinted blue-green under the late afternoon sun, catching reflections of everyone's perfect su...
I stood outside the padel court, my racket feeling like a dead weight in my sweaty grip. Mom's latest scheme to "fix me" involved forcing me into lessons at the country club where ...
Maya's hair had seen better days. Like, way better days. After the Great DIY Dye Disaster of sophomore year—which resulted in a color she could only describe as 'radioactive highli...