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Maya's palms were literally dripping sweat as she clutched her iPhone by the pool edge. This was it — the moment she'd been overthinking for weeks. The annual end-of-school pool p...
Leo stood behind the backstop, feeling like a total fake. Everyone thought he was this baseball prodigy because of that one lucky hit in eighth grade, but honestly? He'd rather be ...
I'd been **running** circles around my anxiety all summer—literally, since joining the cross country team to escape my thoughts—but nothing could've prepared me for Jessica's pool ...
Marcus's dad lived for **baseball**. Every conversation circled back to batting averages, college scouts, and "building character" through 6 AM practices. Meanwhile, Marcus was sec...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her spinach smoothie like it was some kind of ancient artifact. The green sludge was supposed to be her "brain food" according to her ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be perfect. She'd spent forty-five minutes with the curling iron, creating cascading waves that said "effortless cool" — which was hilarious, because th...
The neighborhood pool glowed blue in the twilight, and I was officially done with tonight. Done with Tyler's epic graduation party that had somehow turned into everyone pairing off...
Jordan's stupid fake-fur **hat** kept slipping over his eyes. He looked like a rabid woodland creature, which was honestly the point—tonight was the Haunted Spooktacular at the fai...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simple: jocks at the top, theatre kids somewhere in the middle, and everyone else fighting for the scraps. I was definitely in the scraps c...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Which would've been convenient, actually, since she was currently hiding behind a fake palm tree at...
Maya's papaya-spinach smoothie sat on the cafeteria table like a radioactive science experiment. Her best friend Priya stared at it with genuine concern. "You're really doing this...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, holding the box of hair dye like it was contraband. TEMPTRESS TANGERINE it promised in bold letters. Her hands shook — not from fear, bu...