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The bull in the arena wasn't what scared Maya. It was the crowd. Hundreds of people from Ridgebrook High, all packed into Miller's barn for the party that would define junior year....
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Tyler's annual summer rager was already in full swing — bodies splashing, bass throbbing ag...
Marcus adjusted his brimmed hat, pulling it low like armor. The seventh period bell couldn't ring fast enough. Another day of feeling like a zombie—eyes glazed, brain fried, moving...
The pool party was supposed to be legendary. Marcus's parents were out of town, which basically meant social carte blanche for the entire junior class. I was floating in the deep e...
I decided reinvention was necessary over summer break. Freshman year had been a disaster of bad hair days and worse social timing. This year would be different. The plan started w...
My first mistake was accepting the invitation. My second was the spinach smoothie. I stood at the edge of Maya's pool, clutching my red Solo cup like a lifeline. The pool party wa...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the freshman social pyramid, staring up at the elite tier where Zara and her padel squad held court. They were everything: confident, coordinated, dev...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his towel like it was a life raft. Water rippled below him—chlorine-blue and judging. "You coming in or what?" Tyler yelled, splash...
Maya dragged her feet through the hallway, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3AM finishing that history essay. Junior year was absolutely eating her alive. "You go...
The plastic bag warmed against my palm, Mr. Glitters—the carnival goldfish I'd won twenty minutes ago—swimming in tight, panicked circles. Perfect. My anxiety's new spirit animal. ...
The pool smelled like chlorine and bad decisions at 6 AM. I was doing laps, trying to drown out the fact that I'd barely survived the first week of sophomore year. My arms burned, ...
Maya's lucky hat was basically part of her identity at this point. A beat-up Cubs cap with a permanent sweat stain on the brim. She'd worn it through every awkward phase of eighth ...