Goldfish in the Deep End
The carnival goldfish — which Maya had named Neptune — swam lazily in its plastic bag, mocking her. "You're not gonna actually swim?" Jordan called from the pool edge, water dripp...
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The carnival goldfish — which Maya had named Neptune — swam lazily in its plastic bag, mocking her. "You're not gonna actually swim?" Jordan called from the pool edge, water dripp...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Miller's End-of-Summer Blowout, already in full swing. I stood there in my trunks that were slightly too tight, feeling like ...
Maya's third day at Tropical Smoothie Palace and she'd already managed to humiliate herself twice. First, she'd accidentally given a customer mango instead of papaya – apparently p...
The box said "Sunset Copper" on the label, but Maya knew the truth. It was fox orange. Her hair was officially the color of a fox's back, which felt like the most rebellious thing ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The annual Anderson pool party. The social pyramid was on full display tonight: the popular crew ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the post button, her iPhone screen glowing in the darkness of her bedroom. The pool party pics from Saturday were fire—her in that cyan bikini, laughing w...
Maya stared at her reflection in horror. Her normally straight hair had decided to stage a rebellion overnight, exploding into a frizzy halo that made her look like she'd stuck a f...
Maya's ridiculous sun hat sat pulled down over her eyes, hiding her from the judging gaze of everyone at the Hendersons' pool party. She'd only come because Kayla had dragged her h...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Chloe: U coming or what? The padel court behind the community center was practically their second home, but today Maya's stomach was doin...
Jordan adjusted the faded navy hat on his head—third time in as many minutes—like it was some kind of armor against the universe. The pool deck at Carson's end-of-summer blowout wa...
I was basically a zombie by third period AP Chem. Like, actually undead. My hair was doing that thing where it defies gravity and common sense, and I'm pretty sure I had drool on m...
My social life was basically a pyramid scheme: popular kids at the top, everyone else trying to recruit their way up. I was solidly in the foundation layer—holding it all together,...