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Maya stood by the edge of the infinity pool, clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The end-of-summer party raged around her—seniors who'd graduate in three days, juniors soaking up...
Working as a lifeguard at the Glenwood Community Pool wasn't exactly how Marco planned to spend his summer before senior year, but the $12/hr beat asking "do you want fries with th...
Max's room was a shrine to everything sixth grade. Stuffed animals lined the shelves like a fuzzy army. Posters of bands I'd stopped listening to ages ago peeled at the corners. An...
I shuffled into seventh period like a zombie — literally. My skin had that prune-y thing going on from three hours of swim practice, my chlorined hair was doing something weird, an...
My mom swore the daily **vitamin** gummy would change everything. "It'll help you grow," she said, handing me the bear-shaped chewable like I was still eight instead of a freshman ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the frizzy disaster that had exploded on her head overnight. The humidity had turned her usually sleek curls into what her little...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching the tiny plastic bag containing his new goldfish. Its name was Spud, because that's what his little sister had called it before losi...
The goldfish stared at me through the glass, orange scales flashing like tiny warning lights. His name was Baseball, which was ironic considering he lived in a bowl while I spent e...
Maya's palms were sweating as she stood at the edge of Jake's pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The invitation said "swim optional," but apparently everyone else missed th...
The pool shimmered like liquid sapphire under the July sun, and I stood at the edge, clutching my towel like a security blanket. Everyone else was already in—Leo, Chloe, even quiet...
Maya stood by the edge of Chloe's pool, nursing a lukewarm soda while trying to look like she belonged. The social pyramid at Lincoln High had placed Chloe firmly at the top—perfec...
Riley's vintage bucket hat had seen better days. The brim was frayed, the color faded to something between beige and regret, but it was her armor against the world—or at least agai...