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Fifteen and afraid of the pool. That was me. While my friends were doing cannonballs and flirting with the swim team, I was parked on a lounge chair under the umbrella, pretending ...
Marco's face burned hotter than the July sun beating down on the Blackburns' backyard pool. The problem wasn't the pool party itself—it was the fact that he was wearing his dad's o...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like walking into a pyramid scheme she hadn't signed up for. The social hierarchy was literally shaped like one: seniors at the apex, sopho...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The July heat radiated off the concrete, but her stomach was doing backflips. Everyone from sophomore year ...
The ethernet cable dangled from the ceiling like a dead snake, swaying every time the AC kicked on. I was supposed to be fixing the WiFi at the community center, but really I was w...
I walked into seventh period with my hoodie up, lowkey wanting to disappear. The haircut was a disaster—my mom's friend who's "good with scissors" had given me bangs that started a...
The pool deck at Miller's house was packed—like, actually shoulder-to-shoulder situation. Leo stood near the edge, nursing a lukewarm soda, feeling like a total zombie after stayin...
Maya's palms were sweating through her pockets. The house party pulsed with bass-heavy music, flashing lights, and way too many people from Westwood High crammed into someone's bas...
The **water** in the McKennas' pool shimmered like liquid blue Jell-O, and somewhere in its depths, my dignity was drowning. I stood on the deck wearing trunks two sizes too big, c...
The community pool shimmered like something out of a TikTok filter, but inside? I was absolutely cooked. Standing by the snack bar in a swimsuit that felt two sizes too small while...
Maya's snap-back collection was legendary—or at least, that's what she told herself while arranging them on her shelf like tiny monuments to who she used to be. The Mariners cap fr...
Marcus shuffled into the baseball stadium, his eyes feeling like someone had poured sand in them. Three hours of sleep. Four days straight. The history project on Egyptian pyramids...