The Pyramid Scheme
Leo's palms were sweating, which was frankly disgusting since he was literally standing in three feet of water. The community pool's summer party was peak social warfare, and someo...
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Leo's palms were sweating, which was frankly disgusting since he was literally standing in three feet of water. The community pool's summer party was peak social warfare, and someo...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Another group chat explosion. Someone was definitely live-tweeting Jake's beach party while she stood awkwardly by the snack...
The first time I dyed my hair orange, Mom said I looked like a traffic cone. Jenna said it looked like a literal explosion of sunshine. I was going for something between fire and f...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her borrowed racket like a shield. The new kid from Seattle, she'd somehow been roped into joining the club tournament by her e...
The goldfish was named Splash, which was basic as hell, but I was twelve when I won him at the county fair and naming things wasn't exactly my strong suit. Five years later, this t...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had me firmly planted in the middle—not popular enough to sit at the senior bench, but definitely not eating lunch in the bathroom either. Then...
Marcus pulled his baseball cap lower, trying to become invisible. Freshman year at Northwood High felt like walking into a movie three hours late—everyone else knew the script, and...
The fedora was objectively terrible. Felt like something a 1920s detective would wear to interrogate a parrot. But Maya had spotted it in the thrift store bin and decided it was he...
The baseball field shimmered with August heat, but my attention was elsewhere. Specifically, on Maya in the bleachers, who was laughing at something Tyler said. Typical. Tyler with...
Maya's palms were sweating so hard she could practically fill the pool with them. Which was ironic, because she was currently standing at the edge of said pool, clutching her towel...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip the **padel** racquet. It was her first day at the exclusive country club her dad had finally joined after his promotion, an...
Maya pulled the beanie down for the third time, trying to hide the disaster that was her hair. The DIY dye job had turned her perfectly good brunette into a patchy orange disaster ...