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The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped onto the patio. Jessica's annual end-of-summer rager. The invitation said "pool party" but we all knew it was really about who was d...
I felt like a **zombie** walking through the hallway—caffeine-deprived, running on three hours of sleep, and somehow still expected to make it through first period without face-pla...
Maya's sneakers slapped against the pavement as she kept running, her lungs burning like she'd inhaled fireworks. Cross-country practice wasn't supposed to be an emotional enduranc...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her vintage denim skirt—third time in five minutes—and adjusted the beat-up bucket hat that had become her security blanket sin...
Maya pressed her back against the gym lockers, heart hammering like she'd just finished a 5K. She wasn't supposed to be here—not during lunch, not watching Hayden and his crew from...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first, sharp and familiar. She stood at the edge of the **pool**, where the graduation party was in full swing. Someone had dragged a karaoke machine on...
Marcus stood in front of his mirror, staring at the neon orange shirt his mom had bought. "Bro, you look like a traffic cone," his little sister Jasmine had said earlier. She wasn'...
The summer before junior year, I scored my first real job working at Miller's Ranch. My mom was pumped—"responsibility," "character building," blah blah blah. I was mostly thinking...
Maya's summer mission wasn't exactly Mission Impossible—unless you counted surviving her older brother's graduation party without completely embarrassing herself. She'd been assign...
Maya's best friend Jordan talked her into it. The buzz cut. "It'll be iconic," Jordan said. "You'll look like Zendaya meets Billie Eilish." But when Maya actually saw herself in t...
Maya's sweaty palms were giving her away. Again. "You're freaking out, aren't you?" Chloe said, not even looking up from her phone as they walked toward the house party. "I can li...
Maya stared at the bleacher hierarchy during lunch—this school's social pyramid was as rigid as the ancient ones Mr. Harrison droned about in World History, but with way more drama...