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Jaylen stared at the tangled mess of coaxial cable behind the TV. His mom had promised the new cable package would be ready before Maya's party tonight, but the installer had left ...
Maya adjusted her goggles, chlorine stinging her nose. The community pool was basically summer HQ for everyone at Northwood High, which was exactly why she'd claimed the farthest l...
The chlorine hit Maya's nose before she even saw the water. Taylor's End-of-Summer Blowout rager was already in full swing, bass thumping from porch speakers where someone's playli...
Maya's ethernet cable lay coiled like a dead snake on her bedroom floor. Again. Her third attempt at becoming a Twitch streamer had been thwarted by the universe—or at least by Com...
The carnival goldfish swam in lazy circles in its plastic bag, mocking me. I'd won it playing ring toss, which made zero sense because I have terrible hand-eye coordination. But th...
The humidity at Palm Springs Country Club was actually criminal. Like, my hair was doing things I didn't know were physically possible. But I had to be here. Mom was "running" late...
The chlorine smell was basically my signature scent at this point. I'd landed this prime lifeguard gig at the Aquatic Center for the summer, which my friend Mara thought was hilari...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping, which was low-key embarrassing considering she was literally standing at the edge of Jake Henderson's pool, surrounded by half ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline, watching every...
Marcus stood at home plate, sweat dripping down his temple as he adjusted his baseball cap. The summer heat wave had turned everything into a sauna, and tryouts for the varsity tea...
The HDMI **cable** dangled from the TV like a dead snake, and honestly? Same. I felt like I'd been walking through life in **zombie** mode all week—tests, practice, college applica...
My mom pressed the gummy **vitamin** into my palm before I left, like it was some kind of emotional armor. 'For stress, mija,' she said, giving me that look that said she knew exac...