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The spinach kept sticking to my knife, stubborn as a bad decision. I'd been working at Beachside Brew for exactly three days, and my manager Gary had already deemed me the official...
Maya's striped paddle felt slippery in her sweating hands. The summer air at the Oak Creek Country Club hung heavy with humidity and unspoken social tension. She'd only started pla...
The summer after sophomore year, Maya's older sister Jessica decided to throw what she called a "zombie themed pool party." Maya, still recovering from being the socially awkward f...
Leo pulled his beanie hat down tighter, trying to disappear into the fabric. Fifteen years old, and here he was at Jessica Carson's pool party, clutching his iphone like it was a s...
The summer before sophomore year, I became a zombie. Not the brain-eating kind—though my little sister Mia would disagree after I spent three weeks doom-scrolling through everyone ...
The neon green bucket hat perched on my head like a neon sign screaming 'DON'T LOOK AT ME.' Mom had bought it for 'sun protection' which was really code for 'please embarrass yours...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was brutal—seniors at the top, then varsity, then the 'aesthetic' crowd, and somewhere near the bottom, me, Rio, just trying to survive freshma...
The papaya sat on my counter like an exotic alien, its sunset-orange flesh mocking my entire existence. My abuela had sent it from Miami, obviously expecting me to know what to do ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, her heart hammering like she'd been sprinting instead of just standing there. The fox hat on her head — bright orange with ridiculous ears...
Leo was fifteen minutes into his first-ever gaming stream when disaster struck. His cat Cosmos, apparently jealous of the attention Leo was giving his screen, launched herself from...
The country club pool shimmered like something out of a music video, and somewhere in the distance, the distinctive *thwack* of padel balls echoed off the tennis courts. Maya adjus...
Marcus felt like a zombie as he dragged himself through the crowded hallway. Three hours of sleep would do that to you, especially when you'd spent the entire night overthinking wh...