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My palms were sweating so bad I could practically fill the pool by myself. Jake's graduation party. The invite said pool optional, but in my friend group, pool optional meant you b...
The chlorine smell hit first, then the noise — twenty juniors screaming over whoever's phone was blasting the new Drake track. I stood at the edge of Jace's pool, clutching my towe...
The invitation said pool party, but Maya's brain heard social suicide. She'd been crushing on Leo since biology, and tonight he'd finally notice her — or watch her drown in social ...
I was running before I even knew why. Just running, track practice vapor in my lungs, cleats chewing up the sidewalk because Coach said stamina was everything. But the real everyth...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in frizzy curls that refused to cooperate. The social pyramid at Northwood High had been crystal clear since freshman year: cheerlea...
My hair looked like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket, which wasn't far from the truth. The cable dangling from the ceiling had frayed exactly three weeks ago, and my DIY...
Chloe's mom dumped the orange bottle on her desk like it was a cure-all. "These vitamin D gummies will fix everything," she said, closing the door like fixing a sophomore year frie...
Maya stood outside the community center, clutching her dad's old fedora like it was some kind of armor. Her curls were already rebelling against the humidity, frizzing up around he...
Maya's palms were literally dripping as she stood at the edge of the padel court. The Friday night lights cast long shadows across the country club, and somewhere in the distance, ...
The invitation slipped under my door like a judgment: POOL PARTY at Brittany's. Saturday. 3-7. RSVP (lol jk we know ur coming). I hadn't been to Brittany's since seventh grade, wh...
The ethernet cable lay severed on the floor, a victim of my disastrous attempt to be graceful. "You've got to be kidding me," I groaned, staring at the betrayed plastic like it h...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers trembling as they brushed through what used to be her beautiful brown hair. Now it looked like a traffic cone exploded on her head. Bright, s...