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Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers running through her freshly dyed blue hair. It looked sick, actually—exactly the vibe she wanted for Jordan's pool par...
Maya's **dog** Buster stared at her with those judgy brown eyes, like he knew exactly what she was about to do was ridiculously embarrassing. But sophomore year was survival mode, ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High wasn't built with stone—it was carved into the padel court hierarchy, and I was definitely in the basement tier. Freshmen didn't get prime time...
Leo stared at the notification from Maya: "pool party @ jordan's house, bring ur A game 😘" A game. He had literally zero game. Last week at **baseball** tryouts, Leo had taken a s...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, smoothing down the vintage dress she'd thrifted for homecoming. Her sphinx cat, Cleo, wound around her legs, demanding attention. "Y...
My hair was doing that thing again—frizzy in the humidity, refusing to be tamed by the $45 conditioner Mom swore would change my life. I stared at my reflection in the country club...
Marcus's palms were sweating so much he could barely grip the **orange** Gatorade bottle. Tryouts for the varsity **baseball** team were in ten minutes, and he had zero business be...
Maya was already late when she spotted him—the orange-red fox darting across the baseball diamond behind the school. She'd been running from her own problems all week: the pyramid ...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Taylor's End-of-Summer Pool Party — the Instagram story that had been blowing up our feeds all week. I stood by the gate, bas...
My palms were sweating so bad I could practically water the plants. Standing at the edge of Jake's pool party, clutching a red solo cup like it was a lifeline, while half the sopho...
The first day of freshman year, I made a vow: no more being the quiet kid who blended into lockers. I'd join the swim team. Make friends. Finally talk to Mia, who'd been in my home...
The pyramid of social status at Jefferson High had been firmly established since kindergarten: varsity athletes at the top, then band kids, theater weirdos, and finally, us — the o...