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Maya hadn't slept since Wednesday. Four days of finals, college application essays, and that group project where she'd done all the work. Now she stood at the edge of Jessica's poo...
Marcus's first week at Northwood High felt like walking through a level of Dark Souls with no armor and definitely no health potions. The ethernet cable in his new bedroom kept dis...
Maya's backpack hit the floor with a concerning clatter as she burst into the cabin, face flushed and breathing like she'd just sprinted a marathon. "You are NOT gonna believe thi...
Maya stared at the mirror, her hair currently looking like a failed science experiment. The DIY dye job was supposed to give her chestnut highlights for eighth-grade formal, but in...
Marcus's palms were sweating. Again. The kind of sweat that makes your grip slippery when you're trying to look chill holding a bat you've never actually swung before. "You're up,...
Jordan's thumbs moved across her iphone screen like they were training for the Olympics. She'd been cyber-stalking Maya's profile for twenty minutes straight — not creepy, just tho...
From my lifeguard tower, the **water** shimmered like liquid diamond under the July sun. Below, the neighborhood kids screamed and splashed, but my attention kept drifting toward t...
My goldfish floated belly-up in its bowl like a tiny orange tragedy. Technically, it was my sister's goldfish, but I was the one who fed it every morning before school. Now it was ...
I stood at the pool's edge, clutching my stomach like it held something fragile. The water looked like liquid sky, and I wanted to dive in but my feet wouldn't move. "You coming i...
The plastic bag with the goldfish inside swung back and forth as I trudged toward the baseball field. Another carnival, another consolation prize because I couldn't knock down thre...
Maya's palms were already sweating against her **padel** racquet, and she hadn't even stepped onto the court yet. The Summer Social committee had somehow convinced the country club...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. Not great when you're clutching your iphone above a tiled paradise called the Hamilton Aquatic Center, where everyone who is anyone hangs out du...