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The chlorine smell hit me before I even saw the water. Jenna's annual pool party. The social event of the summer that I'd been overthinking for three weeks straight. "You okay?" M...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his orange backpack like it was a lifeline. The summer humidity stuck his grey t-shirt to his back as he watched the varsity basebal...
The cat had been staring at me from the neighbors' fence for like twenty minutes. Judging me. Probably because I was wearing swim trunks that were two sizes too small—thanks, Mom, ...
Maya's hands shook as she reached for the scissors. Three inches of curled, perfect, parental-approved hair fell into the sink. She'd been planning this moment for weeks—chopping o...
My dad says cross country builds character, but mostly it builds blisters and the overwhelming urge to hurl. I'm dead last at every meet, running through suburban neighborhoods tha...
Maya's **goldfish** memory used to be a joke between her and Kai, but after the incident at the pool, nothing felt funny anymore. She kept replaying that Friday in her head—the **o...
Maya's heart hammered as she stepped onto the baseball field, wearing her brother's faded orange jersey—three sizes too big, smelling like old detergent and teenage boy. Everyone e...
The papaya sat on the counter like it knew something I didn't. Mom's latest health phase—something about gut biomes and inflammation, though the real inflammation was between me an...
The party was already lowkey chaotic when Maya dragged me toward the pool. I'd been mentally running through five different escape routes since we arrived, but my social anxiety wa...
Maya's mom called it 'padel' — some Spanish tennis thing that was apparently the hottest new sport. Maya called it social suicide. But when your best friend Priya ghosts your texts...
Maya's palms were sweating — straight-up nasty — as she clutched the plastic **vitamin** bottle in her pocket like it was some magical elixir that could cure freshman awkwardness. ...
I was definitely not spying on Jake's Instagram stories. Okay, maybe I was. But can you blame me? The guy posted fire hoodie pics, and my thirsty self needed content. That's when I...