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The pool party at Maya's house was supposed to be chill, but my stomach was doing full gymnastics routines. I stood by the edge of the pool, clutching my orange soda like a lifelin...
The vitamin gummy hit the back of my throat with that familiar artificial orange tang—my fourth one of the morning because stress-eating was basically a sport now. Maya was going t...
The country club smell hit me first — expensive sunscreen and entitlement. Mom had dropped me off for summer padel camp, convinced it would help me "network" with the right crowd b...
The social pyramid of Northwood High had never been clearer than it was right now, illuminated by the harsh backyard lights of Tyler's end-of-summer pool party. I, Marcus Chen, sto...
Maya stared at the glossy flyer like it held the secrets to her entire existence. "Join the Apex Team! Build your empire!" The pyramid diagram promised unlimited earning potential ...
I'd been running on zero sleep since Thursday, basically a certified zombie by the time we got to Camp Pinecrest. Mr. Harris—aka The Bull for his legendary temper—herded us off the...
Maya pulled the brim of her black beanie down lower, creating a tiny cave where she could disappear. The cafeteria noise swirled around her—clattering trays, laughter that sounded ...
The papaya incident started it all. I was in the cafeteria, trying to look chill while dissecting the exotic fruit my mom packed, when Jordan walked by with his crew. Everyone else...
The mechanical bull at Jake's Arcade was practically calling my name. Or maybe that was just the peer pressure from Skylar and her posse of perfectly imperfect friends standing way...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be the social event of the summer, but I was stuck doing what I did best: lurking on the sidelines with my phone, basically spy-ing ...
I'd been operating in full **zombie** mode since sophomore year began—dragging myself through AP classes, doom-scrolling until 3 AM, repeating the same exhausted conversations at l...
Maya's life officially peaked at 7:42 AM on a Tuesday, right after first period, when Liam—the actual Liam who sat three rows back in AP English and had that effortless indie-band ...