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Maya's goldfish, Bubbles, was living his best life in that tiny bowl on her nightstand. Meanwhile, she was drowning in plain sight. "Bro, you literally have three minutes until th...
The concrete burned my bare feet as I stood at the edge of the pool, watching Maya and Ethan from behind my sunglasses. They were deep in conversation about baseball camp—again. Ev...
The cardboard pyramid sat between us like a cardboard wall, its edges rough with dried glue and gold leaf that refused to stick. Mrs. Harker wanted it perfect — 'just like the real...
Maya's summer had two settings: awkward silence at the country club pool, and obsessively checking Leo's story views. She wasn't proud of the whole spy energy she had going on—cree...
Marcus adjusted his cap, sweat trickling down his temple as he stood on the mound. The scoreboard glowed: bottom of the ninth, two outs, full count. This wasn't just another **base...
Marcus's iphone buzzed for the third time, lighting up with another text from Jordan: 'u coming or what?' He stared at the baseball field beyond the pool fence, where the summer le...
The backyard shimmered with that perfect late-afternoon glow, the kind that makes everything feel like a movie scene. Everyone from sophomore year was at Jordan's pool party. Well,...
My stupid hat was basically my emotional support animal. Which was ridiculous, because I also had Buster — an actual emotional support animal, in the form of one neurotic terrier m...
The community pool shimmered like liquid blue JellO under the July sun. Maya smoothed her frizzy hair—again—checking her reflection in her phone screen. Third day of summer break, ...
The papaya sat on my lunch tray like a radioactive orange alien. Everyone else had perfectly cut sandwiches or those expensive bento boxes. Meanwhile, my abuela had packed sliced p...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her towel like a lifeline. This was it—Jake Miller's legendary end-of-summer party, and she was fin...
My hair looked like a poodle that had been electrocuted. That was literally the only thing I could think about as I stood at the edge of Jessica's pool, my toes curling against the...