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The water in the pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, but seventeen-year-old Leo couldn't bring himself to jump in. Everyone else from the baseball team was splashing around, laugh...
The sphinx cat perched on Ms. Gable's porch like a wrinkly, hairless philosopher judging my entire existence. I'd been petsitting for three weeks, and Cleo still looked at me like ...
The first day without internet hit harder than my last breakup. Literally felt like a zombie — my thumb kept ghost-tapping my thigh where my phone usually lived. The cable guy had ...
The pool's chlorine hit me before I even opened my eyes. 6 AM practice. Again. "You're staring at the pyramid again," Jordan said, already in the water, goggles pushed up on her f...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another notification from Sarah's group chat. She stared at the screen, thumb hovering over the message—Sarah and her friend...
Riley wasn't supposed to be swimming at the old quarry—that much was obvious from the DO NOT ENTER signs and the fact that her phone had zero bars. But when your crush Jake invites...
Maya stared at the mirror, her fingers trembling as they touched the blue-dyed ends of her hair. Mom was going to lose it, but something about senior year felt like the right time ...
Marcus's vintage dad-hat sat crooked on his head, a deliberate move he'd practiced in the mirror for twenty minutes that morning. It was his armor against the world, or at least ag...
Maya gripped the rusted cable railing, her knuckles white-knuckled against the metal. The lake below glittered with cruel promise, dark and endless, while her so-called friends clu...
Maya smoothed the orange juice-stained apron for the hundredth time that day. Her aunt's café sat right next to the Ridgeview Country Club's padel courts, which meant she spent eve...
Marcus—they called him Bear because of that time in seventh grade when he hibernated through winter break—stood in center field, picking at the split ends of his blue-dyed hair. Th...
The party was already mid-cringe when Jayden dragged me into the bathroom. My best friend since third grade, hyperventilating over a text. "Bro, I think I just humiliated myself,"...