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The cable guy had shown up at 7 AM, cutting off my WiFi and any chance of sleeping in. Now I stood at the edge of Maya's pool party, clutching a can of Vitaminwater like it was a l...
Marcus dragged his feet toward the community pool, the late June heat already making his **baseball** jersey stick to his back like a second skin he couldn't shed. Coach Bennett ha...
Maya's palms were sweating — again. She wiped them on her tennis skirt, subtly, hoping nobody at the club noticed. The Palm Beach Country Club felt like another planet, with its pr...
Maya stared at her reflection, the **orange** dye disaster staring back. "What were you thinking?" her best friend Riya groaned from Maya's bed, where she'd been doom-scrolling thr...
Marcus stood at the edge of the party, nursing a warm Coke, feeling exactly like a goldfish in a bowl—watched, exposed, and totally out of place. This was Jordan's house, and Jorda...
My mom's vitamin gummies sat on the counter like a warning label. 'For energy,' she'd said, sliding them across the granite. I'd been running on fumes since eighth grade, but junio...
My hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, I looked like a radioactive goldfish. "It's not that bad," Maya lied, barely suppressing a laugh as she held up her phone mirror...
Maya's hair was supposed to be fire engine red. Like, actually iconic. Instead, it came out pink. Not cute pink. Pepto-Bismol pink. "You look fine," Chloe said, barely looking up ...
Maya wasn't supposed to be at Tyler's party. Her strict parents thought she was at Ava's studying chemistry, which technically wasn't a total lie—they'd spent forty-five minutes on...
The backyard was packed with bodies—some cannonballing into the pool, others trying way too hard to look chill on inflatable flamingos. And me? I was stuck in the corner with my co...
The baseball cap sat three sizes too big on my head, sliding over my eyes every time I leaned forward. "You good, Ramirez?" Tyler called from the pitcher's mound, practically vibra...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her oversized cable-knit sweater around her like a shield. It was ninety degrees and she was absolutely roasting, but the sweater stay...