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The humidity hit like a physical force as I stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging my nose. Marco's epic graduation party was in full swing—kids I'd known since middle sc...
Summer at the Shoreview Club meant one thing: Lena's social survival depended on not embarrassing herself at padel. Again. "Your form's getting better," Maya said, barely suppress...
The humidity hung thick as Maya's best friend Santiago dragged her toward Jayden's end-of-summer party. Her palm was already sweating against her iPhone case, nerves doing cartwhee...
Maya stared at the **water**, perfectly still except for the occasional ripple from someone cannonballing. The pool deck was packed with the sophomore class — McKenzie's birthday b...
Marcus felt like a straight-up zombie as he trudged toward the community pool, his baseball gear dragging behind him like dead weight. Two hours of Coach Miller's "extra conditioni...
The neon orange padel ball whizzed past my ear at Mach 10, a blur that matched the throbbing in my skull. "You're playing like a zombie, bro," Leo called out from the other side of...
Maya's life officially ended at 3:47 PM on a Tuesday. The sequence of events: her crush Leo (who she'd been lowkey eyeing since September) decided to finally notice her existence ...
My hair was perfect. Three hours with the flat iron, texting Maya the whole time about whether Jordan would notice, and now I was standing at the edge of the pool party like a tota...
The baseball sailed through the humid air, and I watched it like I was watching from underwater. Everything felt distant. Muffled. Another day, another practice, another performanc...
Marcus was not built for running. Not in the way that Coach Anderson kept screaming about during sixth period PE. He was built for gaming marathons and avoiding eye contact in the ...
Maya's goldfish, Bubbles, stared at her through the glass with that judgmental look only fish can master. 'Don't look at me like that,' she muttered, spraying her hair with an extr...
Maya's curly hair was basically a sentient entity with its own zip code. Sixth period chemistry meant pulling her beanie down to her eyebrows, because the second humidity hit those...