Neon Orange at the Deep End
The neon orange swimsuit felt like a spotlight I hadn't asked for. Standing at the edge of Johnson's pool, I watched everyone else — the popular kids, the ones who moved through lo...
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The neon orange swimsuit felt like a spotlight I hadn't asked for. Standing at the edge of Johnson's pool, I watched everyone else — the popular kids, the ones who moved through lo...
Marcus adjusted the brim of his baseball cap, trying to look casual as he leaned against the snack shack wall. Last week's encounter with Jenna—the way she'd laughed at his terribl...
Maya's baseball cleats clicked against the asphalt as she walked toward the dugout, heart doing that stupid flutter thing it always did before practice. Being the only girl on the ...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket — another Instagram notification. She ignored it, clutching her tray tighter. First week at Northwood High, and she'd already mastered the art of ...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even stepped through the gate. Jordyn's annual Memorial Day pool party—ground zero for summer social dynamics. Maya adjusted her swimsuit st...
The gummy vitamins stared back at me from the kitchen counter—two cherry red ones that supposedly contained everything a teenager needed. I grabbed them anyway. Maybe they'd help m...
The orange grove smelled like summer and desperation, which basically summed up my entire junior year experience. I was technically supposed to be harvesting, but in reality I was ...
Maya stood outside Tyler's house, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The charging cable was fraying at the ends, just like her nerves. This was it — the first real party of fresh...
Jordan's baseball cap was practically glued to his head, the faded navy fabric bearing sweat stains from three seasons of varsity practices. He was the team's star shortstop, known...
The cable from my earbuds was tangled around my phone, usual Friday night chaos. I was sitting at the edge of the pool, legs in the water, watching everyone laugh. Okay, fine—watch...
Maya's first day at Northwood High wasn't exactly the fresh start she'd imagined. By lunch period, she'd already tripped in geometry, gotten called on when she definitely didn't kn...
The invitation sat on my phone screen for three days before Maya finally dragged me out of the house. 'You're not gonna spend the whole summer rotting in your room,' she said, thro...