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Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like it was a lifeline. The entire swim team was there, plus Jessica from fourth period—who definitely hadn't been invited...
I was already **running** ten minutes late to Hannah's end-of-school bash when my mom thrust a Tupperware at me. "Bring this. Spinach artichoke dip. It's polite." "Mom, no one br...
The thing about country clubs is that everyone acts like they've been here forever, even when they're new. I'd been coming to the Willow Creek Club since I was six, but somehow the...
Maya positione[d] her goggles for the third time, the chlorine sting already familiar. Fifteen years old and still trying to figure out how to exist in her own skin—especially in a...
Marcus gripped the baseball bat, his palms sweating. This wasn't about the game anymore. "YOU'RE IT, ZOMBIE!" Jake screamed, cannonballing into the pool with a splash that drenche...
Maya's iPhone 11 was basically a dinosaur at this point, but she couldn't afford the upgrade. Not when her parents were still "discussing" her college fund like it was some optiona...
Marcus's mom was practically force-feeding him spinach smoothies again. "It's basically a multivitamin in a cup," she insisted, sliding the glass across the kitchen counter. The gr...
My hair was doing that thing again — the frizz that announced to the entire world that I was stressing. Which I definitely was, because Jordan was coming over in twenty minutes and...
Maya's first day at Tropic Bliss Juice Shack could've gone better. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to look effortless in her aunt's oversized staff tee, only to trip over the...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen at 2 AM, refreshing Jake's Instagram for the third time that hour. Outside her window, lightning split the sky — dramatic weather to ma...
The water bottle shook in my hands like I'd chugged three espresso shots instead of electrolytes. Welcome to Brentwood Country Club, where sixteen-year-olds wore Rolexes and talked...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowing up about Jordan's party—the one she definitely wasn't invited to. She shoved it deeper into her a...