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The country club shimmered with August heat and social hierarchy I couldn't crack. While my friends worked at the snack bar or pool, I'd somehow gotten stuck feeding the koi pond. ...
Maya stood at the edge of Jenna's above-ground pool like she was approaching a cliff. The crystal blue water mocked her. Everyone else was cannonballing and splashing like they'd b...
Jordan stood at the padel court entrance, clutching their racquet like a lifeline. The new kid, Sam, was already there, effortlessly warming up with that annoying natural athletici...
Leo's **hair** kept falling in his eyes as he gripped the padel racket, his palms sweating like he'd been holding onto the edge of a cliff instead of just standing on court three. ...
Maya stared at her cracked iPhone screen, thumb hovering over Leo's text. 'u comin 2 the party?' She should've been getting ready for Jessica's rager—the one everyone would be post...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket as she leaned against the kitchen island at Tyler's party. Third notification in five minutes. Definitely her mom checking in, but she couldn't c...
Marcus's hair was supposed to be his fresh start. Eighth grade was going to be different—no more being invisible, no more sitting alone at lunch while the popular kids held court a...
Maya's curls were basically betraying her. Third day of summer break and her hair had already expanded to approximately three times its normal volume. She stood at the edge of the ...
My hair was supposed to be my glow-up catalyst. Instead, it looked like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. "You look... different," Liam said, which was definitely not a...
Maya's phone buzzed in her palm as she leaned against the palm tree, watching Theo across the bonfire. He was laughing at something college-guy said, his silhouette flickering agai...
The July heat hit me like a wall as I walked up the driveway. Alexa's annual end-of-summer bash. Same crowd, same awkward vibes, same me standing in the corner with a solo cup pret...
The quarry water hit like ice—shock-your-system cold—and Kayla surfaced gasping, immediately regretting everything. "You good?" Mikey called from the rocky edge, already towel-dry...