Chlorine Dreams
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights, but after three hours at the salon, she emerged looking like a brassy zebra. She cried in the parking lot, her reflection mocking...
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Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights, but after three hours at the salon, she emerged looking like a brassy zebra. She cried in the parking lot, her reflection mocking...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The water glinted under the harsh gym lights, deceptively calm. Her cat, Potato, would be judging her from ...
My palms were sweating so hard I could barely grip my phone. Three texts from Maya: *you coming??*, *pool party at jake's*, *PLLLEEAASSEEEE*. I'd been crushing on Jake since Septem...
Maya's palms were sweating so much they practically slid right off the steering wheel of her dad's old Honda. Three weeks before junior year, and she was already vibrating with tha...
Marcus stood at home plate, baseball bat feeling like a lead weight in his hands. The entire varsity team watched—Dad in the bleachers, Coach Miller with his clipboard, everyone ex...
Marcus's dad called him a wimp for quitting football, but Marcus preferred swimming at Miller's Creek with Barnaby, his ancient golden retriever who'd rather nap than chase anythin...
Maya's life was basically over. She could feel it—that distinct, crushing awareness that something was irreversibly wrong. She'd spent twenty minutes in the bathroom trying to disl...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her normally curly **hair** plastered to her forehead from the humid locker room air. It was the first meet of the season, and...
Maya shuffled through third period like a **zombie**, the kind that hadn't slept since Tuesday because AP Chem was destroying her soul one equation at a time. Her **iPhone** buzzed...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her papaya smoothie like it was a lifeline. The summer sun blazed overhead, turning the water into liquid diamonds, but she couldn't b...
I felt like a total spy, lurking behind the chlorine-scented potted palm, watching the pool party unfold like some reality show I wasn't cast in. The cool kids—the ones who actuall...
Maya shuffled into third period like a zombie—dark circles carved under her eyes, brain still swimming from the Fortnite marathon that had hijacked her sleep schedule. Three hours ...