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The first day of my summer job as pool monitor at the Oakwood Community Center, I walked in ready to enforce rules and look official. Instead, I found myself locked in a stare-down...
Alex held the ethernet cable like a lifeline, watching the connection icon stutter from three bars to two to nothing. Again. "Dude, you're lagging out," Tyler's voice crackled thr...
Jordan's knees literally shook as he stepped into the batter's box. Freshman year, first baseball tryout, and he'd already dropped two pop flies during infield practice. Coach Mill...
The backyard POOL glittered like liquid diamonds under string lights, but my stomach was doing backflips. Tonight was the night. The night I'd finally confront Jason about sophomor...
Marcus stood at the edge of the community pool, clutching his baseball glove like it was a lifeline. The water glittered with afternoon sunlight, and somewhere beyond the chain-lin...
The July heat wave turned me into a total zombie. I'd spent three weeks obsessing over Maya's pool party invitation, analyzing every possible scenario like my life depended on it. ...
I never thought I'd be the kind of person to go full-blown spy mode, but here I was, crouched behind a pyramid of Red Bull cans in the cafeteria, trying to overhear why my crush Ja...
Maya stood in her kitchen, staring at the papaya like it was a grenade about to explode. This was it—her chance to finally get Luca's attention. He'd mentioned loving exotic fruits...
Maya clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumbs hovering over the screen as she leaned against the patio railing. Jordan's pool party sprawled below, all shrieking laughter and sp...
The summer I turned fifteen, my life fell apart in spectacular slow motion. First, my parents announced their divorce over pizza (who does that?). Then my dad moved into a apartmen...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, adjusting the zombie makeup her best friend Chloe had smeared across her face. "You look dead inside," Chloe joked, though her...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating — she kept wiping them on her tie-dye shorts, but it wasn't helping. Jordan was finally looking at her, actually looking at her,...