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The invitation felt like a trap. Chloe's texts had been blowing up my phone for a week: "pool party @ my place, u HAVE to come." She put three crying laughing emojis after it, whic...
The goldfish had lived for three years. Three years of Maya's life—through middle school braces, her first TikTok account, the pandemic remote learning. Now Bubbles was floating si...
The thing about being sixteen and new at Northwood High is that everything feels like a performance art piece you didn't audition for. I stood by the hydration station watching the...
Maya scrolled past another photo of Riley laughing with people she'd never met, her thumb hovering over the unfollow button for the thousandth time. pathetic much? her brain suppli...
Jordan's vintage Chicago Bulls snapback wasn't just a hat—it was basically a personality at this point. Slap that backward curved-brim masterpiece on their head, and suddenly intro...
The bass from Jordan's backyard speakers thumped against my ribs as I stood by the **pool**, clutching my red Solo cup like it was a life preserver. Senior year pool party. Instagr...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone screen, the notification light blinking like a tiny heartbeat. Three unread texts from Leo. Three times she'd almost replied, three times she'...
The fourth of July party at Jen's house felt like walking into a live TikTok feed. Chlorine hung thick in the air, mixing with coconut sunscreen and the bass-heavy thumping from so...
Jordan smoothed their vintage band tee for the third time, palms sweating like they'd just run a marathon. Tonight was it — the night they'd finally talk to Skylar, the senior with...
Maya's hair was supposed to be cherry red. Instead, it looked like a highlighter exploded on her head. Her mom's classic reaction: "You look like a traffic cone." Rude, but honestl...
Maya's sweaty palm rested on the smooth stone of the middle school bleachers, her heart thumping like a bass-heavy trap song. Below her, Jason—the cutest sophomore in existence—was...
The backyard humidity hit me like a physical thing — thick, sticky, full of chlorine and expensive perfume. Tyler's pool party. The social event of the summer, and I was vibrating ...