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The chlorine smell hit me before I even pushed through the gate. Another summer, another shift at the Ridgeview Pool, watching kids cannonball while I sat in the chair counting dow...
Maya's bedroom ceiling had a water stain shaped like a crying bear, which felt appropriate given how her week was going. Her former best friend since kindergarten, Chloe, had ghost...
The goldfish hovered in its bowl on Maya's nightstand, orange scales shimmering in the glow of her phone screen. She'd named it Fitzgerald—fitting, since it seemed to be having its...
The summer before freshman year, I got recruited into the worst possible pyramid scheme. My cousin convince me that selling Papaya Pink energy drinks would make me popular. Spoiler...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Another summer hanging by the community pool, watching the popular kids dominate the padel courts like they owned everything....
Leo pulled his baseball cap lower as the stadium erupted around him—easily the loudest place he'd ever been, and somehow also the loneliest. His iphone burned in his pocket with no...
The first day of freshman year, I learned that middle school social dynamics didn't just disappear—they evolved. Now they were faster, meaner, and definitely better at **running** ...
Maya pressed her back against the hallway locker, heart hammering like she'd just chugged three espresso shots. She was officially a stalker now. A spy. That's what her best friend...
Maya's feet hit the pavement in rhythm with the thumping in her chest. Running at 2 AM wasn't exactly peak wisdom, but neither was letting her so-called friend group slice her out ...
Kayla was definitely not having a **baseball** moment. Like, at all. She'd only agreed to come to Marcus's game because Jenna promised "extra credit social points" — whatever that...
Maya's mom dropped her off at the homecoming game wearing the papaya-colored beret she'd forced her to wear for pictures. "It compliments your skin tone!" she'd insisted, but Maya ...
Maya's first mistake was letting Elijah walk her home. Her second mistake was accepting when he asked to hang out. Now here she was, frantically shoving empty pizza boxes under her...