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The orange pool float bobbed in the corner like a lonely planet, its brilliant peel-color screaming for attention nobody would give it. I sat on the deck chair, phone in hand, doin...
The summer I turned sixteen, I got stuck working as a lifeguard at the Pine Valley pool, which was basically just a giant toilet for the entire town's youth population. The highlig...
The pool water shimmered like liquid blue Jell-O, but Maya stood at the edge in her oversized t-shirt, heart racing. Everyone else was already in—Chelsea floating effortlessly like...
My hair looked like a tornado had hit it, which was exactly what I didn't need when Jake finally noticed me at the padel court. "You gonna serve or what?" he called out, grinning ...
Maya's room looked like a cable explosion. Three different chargers snaked across her floor like lazy worms, all leading to the same dead iphone on her bed. "You've got to be kiddi...
I'm not paranoid. I'm just aware. Okay, maybe I'm a little paranoid. But when you're the only guy in sophomore year who still brings his lunch in a dinosaur-shaped lunchbox, you l...
Maya pulled her beat-up dad hat lower, brim shading eyes that couldn't look away from the padel court behind the community center. Every day after school, she'd perch on the rusted...
The party was already dead when I arrived. Two hours late because Mom decided tonight was the night to lecture me about 'future planning' while forcing me to eat expired papaya fro...
Leo's pocket buzzed during third period algebra. Again. Under his desk, he angled his iPhone just enough to read the notification without Mrs. Huang noticing. Another text from hi...
The cable was fraying at the edges, just like my nerves. I sat on the bench, digging my baseball cleat into the dirt, trying to look casual. Meanwhile, my palm was literally sweati...
I leaned against the fence watching Jake crush another serve at the padel court, the ball ricocheting off the glass walls like he was playing to a stadium crowd instead of just me ...
Zara navigated the cafeteria like she was walking through a minefield. The social pyramid at Northwood High was vicious and precise—varsity athletes at the apex, art kids somewhere...