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I felt like a zombie at Jessica's pool party. Not the brain-eating kind—the kind that exists on autopilot, scrolling through feeds while life happens around you. My phone buzzed wi...
The pool was packed, as usual. I sat on the edge, feet dangling in the cool water, clutching my iPhone like a lifeline. My thumbs moved automatically, doom-scrolling through everyo...
Maya's purple cable knit sweater was basically her personality—cozy, slightly stretched out, and covered in mysterious stains. Which is why I was freaking out when she suggested we...
Maya's hair was supposed to be platinum blonde. Instead, after three hours of DIY bleaching, it looked like she'd stuck her finger in an electrical socket. She stared at her iPhone...
Maya stood at the edge of Chloe's backyard pool, clutching her solo cup of lukewarm soda like it was a lifeline. The entire baseball team was there, sprawled across lounge chairs l...
Monday morning hit like a freight train, and honestly? I was already running on fumes. Three hours of sleep after binge-watching that new zombie apocalypse show until 3 AM. Not my ...
The pool deck smelled like chlorine and teen anxiety—a combination I'd come to know way too well. I adjusted my goggles for the third time, Coach Miller's whistle cutting through m...
The humidity hit like a wall as I stepped into Maya's backyard pool party. Clinging to my towel like a security blanket, I scanned the crowd—popular kids from school, all glowing a...
The papaya lip gloss was supposed to be my confidence charm. Instead, it tasted like regret and artificial fruit flavoring. I stood at the edge of Jake's pool party, nursing a luk...
Alex stood at the edge of the school swimming pool, fingers crossed so tight their knuckles turned white. Tryouts for the swim team. Their first time ever publicly claiming the loc...
Maya yanked the beanie down until it swallowed her hair completely. Again. Third time this week she'd hidden the copper curls she'd spent all summer growing out, because apparently...
The neon orange snapback sat low on my forehead, blocking everyone's view of everything I didn't want them to see. Which was basically my entire face. "You coming to Jessica's poo...