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The pool party at Ashley's house was supposed to be lit. Instead, I was floating in the shallow end like a literal zombie, exhausted from three days of finals week and my parents' ...
Marcus's mom swore her special gummy vitamins would fix everything. His jitters before baseball tryouts. His anxiety about fitting in at a new school where everyone already had the...
The swim cap squeezed my temples like a vice, but I refused to take it off. Senior year, regional finals, and my mom was in the stands with her phone camera pointed right at me. Gr...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. The house party was everything she'd imagined and nothing she'd expected—loud music, flashing...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the water. Jordan's pool parties were legendary — mostly because his parents were never home and somehow never noticed the 50 teena...
Maya clutched her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline, which honestly, it basically was. Her first real high school party, and she was already regretting wearing her nicest sneaker...
The worst thing about throwing up at Skylar's party wasn't the vomit itself — it was that someone captured it in 4K resolution and posted it to the group chat within thirty seconds...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood outside Tyler's house. The bass from inside thumped against her chest like a second heartbeat. Her first real party. Finally. Her...
I stood by the **pyramid** of red Solo cups, watching Jason from across the pool. My **hair**, frizzy from the humidity, had already announced its independence thirty minutes ago. ...
Maya stared at the box of hair dye. "Sunset Coral" it promised, but the picture on the front looked nothing like the vibrant pink-purple she'd imagined. Still, anything was better ...
Marcus's sneakers slapped the pavement at 2:47 AM, exactly like every other night since summer began. Running wasn't just exercise—it was escape. From the expectations. From the si...
My attempt at reinventing myself sophomore year started with a fedora and ended with a green chunk of something wedged between my front teeth. Forever. It was Jordan's party — the...