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Marcus adjusted his cheap sunglasses, feeling like the world's worst undercover agent. For three hours, he'd been conducting surveillance on Jessica Martinez from behind the conces...
The water in Tyler's backyard pool shimmered like something out of a music video, which made sense because Tyler's entire existence was basically a curated Instagram feed. I stood ...
Mia's lungs burned like fire as her Nikes pounded against the pavement, the rhythmic thud matching her racing heart. Cross-country practice had ended twenty minutes ago, but she ke...
The goldfish had been dead for three days, but Maya still hadn't told her little brother Leo. Instead, she'd replaced it with an almost identical one from the pet store, a deceptio...
The pool shimmered under the July sun, and fifteen-year-old Maya stood at the edge feeling like the most awkward human alive. Being the new kid sucked, but being the new kid at a p...
Marcus stood in the corner of Jordan's basement, nursing a flat Sprite like it was the only thing keeping him anchored to reality. His first high school house party, and he was alr...
The chlorine smell hit me before I even stepped through the gate. Another summer pool party at Jessica's, another opportunity for my naturally frizzy hair to transform into a quest...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his vitamin gummies like they were some kind of magic charm. The sophomore class splash party raged around him — bodies cannonballin...
Maya stared at the cafeteria ceiling, trying to make sense of it all. High school was basically a pyramid scheme—literally. The popular kids sat at the top, then the jocks, then th...
Maya's older brother called it the 'pyramid scheme' of high school—freshmen at the bottom, seniors at the top, and everyone climbing over each other to ascend. She'd spent three we...
My phone slipped from my sweaty grip like a greased watermelon. Time slowed as I watched it—a perfect black rectangle—plummet toward the shimmering blue water of Sarah's in-ground ...
Marcus stood outside the house party, adjusting his dad's vintage fedora like it was some kind of armor. The hat smelled like Old Spice and questionable decisions, exactly what he ...