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The summer I turned sixteen, I took a job at the community pool because I thought it'd be all cute guys in swimsuits and getting tan. Instead, it was basically just babysitting gro...
Leo dragged himself across the pool deck like a literal zombie, his eyes burning from three straight nights of Fortnite until 3 AM. Summer after sophomore year was supposed to be l...
The pool party at Jessica's house was already split into its usual pyramid. Top tier: the popular kids doing cannonballs off the diving board. Middle tier: normal people floating o...
My hair was a disaster—third-day unwavy curls that defied gravity and dignity alike. Perfect for the first day of freshman track tryouts. I stood at the starting line, heart hammer...
Maya pulled the beanie **hat** lower over her curls, wishing she could disappear into the bathroom wall. Freshman year's first house party — and she'd already spilled soda on her o...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her borrowed racquet feeling like a foreign object in sweaty hands. This was so not her vibe. She was the girl who sat in the back of AP ...
Maya stared at her iphone screen, the glass still slick with pool water. Three unread messages from Jordan. *You coming? * *Everyone's here * *???* The annual neighborhood pool pa...
The cable guy keeps looking at me, and I'm trying not to look back. "This might take a while," he says, fiddling with the tangled mess behind the TV. My heart sinks. The WiFi is ...
Maya's baseball cap was pulled low, but not low enough to hide the fact that she was totally spying on Tyler from behind the concession stand. The water bottle in her hand was swea...
Maya's hands shook as she popped the vitamin gummy into her mouth. It was supposed to be for "energy and focus," but really, it was part of her disguise as the casual observer who ...
Maya's fingers flew across her iPhone screen, scrolling through the anonymous confession page everyone at school followed. Someone had posted about her—about how she'd choked durin...
The invitation slipped through my fingers like water. Sarah Chen's pool party—the social event of the summer, the kind that determines who's who before freshman year even starts. M...