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The truth about goldfish memory is a lie. They remember everything, just like how I remember every humiliating moment from freshman year. Standing at Tyler's massive pool party in ...
The summer before sophomore year, the pressure to join the travel **baseball** team weighed on Marcus like a wet towel. His dad had been the star pitcher back in the day, and his o...
Maya's palm was sweating—like, actually dripping—while she gripped the orange she'd grabbed from the cafeteria. The citrus scent was her only armor against the existential crisis b...
Maya stood at the edge of the community **pool**, clutching her clipboard like it could protect her from Brandon's ridiculous scheme. "Trust me, Maya. It's literally gonna go vira...
The chlorine always hit Maya first—that sharp, chemical smell that meant Friday nights at the community pool. She adjusted her bikini top, suddenly hyper-aware of how much skin she...
The vitamin gummies stared back at me from the kitchen counter — my mom's latest attempt to fix my "deficient teenage lifestyle." I grabbed the orange bottle, feeling like a fraud....
The first rule of July: Never let your best friend talk you into things. "Dude, just try it," Marcus said, sliding the cup toward me. I looked down at the bright orange slosh. ...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be my social resurrection. After spending freshman year as a background character in everyone else's montage, I — Leo, invisible boy...
Marcus stood at home plate, baseball bat heavy in his hands like a dead weight. The iPhone in his back pocket buzzed again—probably another text from Jasmine asking why he wasn't a...
Maya's fingers pruned at the community pool, her secret sanctuary where she'd been taking lessons for three weeks. Her phone buzzed on the bench - another text from Dad about baseb...
Maya stared at herself in the bathroom mirror at 2 AM, feeling like the walking dead. Three hours of studying for pre-calc had turned her into a certified zombie, complete with dar...
Maya's hair was supposed to be cherry red. That's what the box promised. Instead, she stared in the mirror at what looked like a radioactive highlighter explosion. "You look... b...