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The **water** in Tyler's infinity pool looked like liquid diamond, shimmering under the string lights that crisscrossed the backyard. Marcus stood near the snack table, nursing a w...
The flashlight beam cut through darkness like I was some kind of spy, which honestly felt ridiculous because I was just creeping through my own backyard at 2 AM. But Marcus had bee...
Maya's hand shook as she extended it toward Madame Zora's crystal ball. The air inside the purple tent smelled like incense and desperation. Outside, the spring carnival roared wit...
Maya's palms were sweating literally dripping as she adjusted the purple velvet scarf around her head. "Welcome, seeker of truths," she said, trying to sound mystical but probably ...
Marcus stared at the goldfish bowl on his desk, watching Bubbles do her third lap of the afternoon. She was the only one who didn't expect him to be someone he wasn't. "Dude, you ...
The gummy **vitamin** sat on my tongue like my last shred of dignity. Mom swore they'd help me "grow big and strong," but at 5'4" and sixteen, I'd accepted my fate as the smallest ...
I'm legit drowning in social anxiety, and the water's only four feet deep. "Yo Marcus, you coming in or what?" Tyler yells from the diving board, doing something that looks attemp...
I looked like a zombie. No, seriously. After pulling an all-nighter for Ms. Chen's history final, my eyeballs were basically vibrating in their sockets. I stumbled into third perio...
Maya pulled the brim of her baseball hat lower, practically disappearing into it. The pool party raged around her—laughter, splashing, TikTok dances happening on the patio—and she ...
The problem with working at GNC was that nobody actually wanted to be there. Especially not me, especially not on a Friday night when everyone else was at Tyler's party. But here I...
The bathroom mirror reflected everything I was trying to outrun. My hair, once the one thing I could control, hung in hopeless, knotted clumps around my face. Three hours ago, Marc...
Maya's iphone clutched in her hand like a lifeline, the screen already showing twelve notifications from the group chat. Pool party at Jake's!!! Everyone's going!!! the messages sc...