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The pool glittered like someone had dumped actual diamonds into the water, which honestly would've been less terrifying than what was actually in there: half the sophomore class in...
Marcus Freeman's life ended precisely third period, right after Mrs. Henderson finished her lecture on To Kill a Mockingbird and everyone was packing up. That's when Jacey—the Jace...
My life is basically one long failed reconnaissance mission. I'm that girl at parties who camps against the wall with a Solo cup, observing everyone else actually living their live...
My palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping, which was disgusting because I was wearing Ethan's lucky beanie — the one he swore helped him talk to girls — and I didn't want to ...
Maya's vintage bucket **hat** felt like her only armor against the senior house party's chaos. At 16, she'd mastered the art of being the quiet one, the observer, the girl who disa...
Maya's goldfish, Admiral Bubblebeard, had been dead for three weeks. Her mom kept forgetting to flush him, and honestly? The little guy was growing on her. Literally. A fuzzy green...
The pool house smelled like chlorine and coconut sunscreen, that weird combo that screams high summer and bad decisions. I stood by the snack table, clutching a bag of goldfish cra...
The **pool** glittered like spilled diamonds in Maya's backyard, but Jay stood at the edge fully clothed, gripping his phone until his knuckles turned white. No signal. The **cable...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her dad's old fishing hat like a lifeline. Three weeks at Northwood High, and she was still that weird new girl who sat alone at...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, towel clutched around his waist like a security blanket. The graduation pool party raged behind him—sophomores cannonballing, seniors showing ...
Maya's cafeteria mission was simple: sit two tables away from Jordan, look casually absorbed in conversation, and definitely not stare. Basically, she was a total spy, except witho...
Maya pulled her lucky Boston Red Sox cap lower over her eyes. Operation Observe Jordan Crandall was officially underway. Technically, she wasn't a spy. Technically, she was just a...