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Marcus dragged himself to baseball practice like a zombie, his cleats scuffing against the pavement. Six AM practices were cruel and unusual punishment, especially when your best f...
The solo cups towered toward the ceiling—a twenty-foot **pyramid** of red plastic that threatened to collapse and bury everyone alive. Lucas had spent three hours constructing it i...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was embarrassing because she was literally standing at the edge of a pool. This was it – her first real pool party. The kind that would determine...
The pool party was already lit when Marcus arrived, his orange swim trunks glowing under the backyard string lights. Seventeen years old and still convinced everyone was watching h...
Maya stood outside the gym doors, hand clamped over her neon bucket hat like it contained state secrets. Inside, Spring Floom thumped with enough bass to register on the Richter sc...
The community center pool smelled like too much chlorine and middle school awkwardness. I stood at the edge, toes gripping the concrete, while everyone else acted like slipping int...
Maya's parents had dropped her off with the exact same speech they gave before every social event since seventh grade: "Be yourself, mija. But also, don't be weird. And remember, w...
Marcus hated the orange swim trunks. Like, actually hated them. His mom had said they'd "pop" at the pool party, but the only thing popping was his social anxiety. He stood by the ...
Maya's mom stood in the bathroom doorway, arms crossed, eyeing the electric blue hair dye splattered across the counter like a crime scene. "You're really doing this? The day befo...
Monday morning hit me like a freight train. I felt like a total **zombie** dragging myself through the school hallway, three hours of sleep after spending all weekend overthinking ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent two hours curling it for Jordan's party, only for the humidity to turn her masterpiece into something resembling a frizzy explosion. H...
I was basically a zombie by third period. Not the cool brain-eating kind from movies, but the real-life teenage version: operating on three hours of sleep and three iced coffees, d...