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The invitation slipped under my door like a challenge: pool party at Jessica's house. Saturday. Bring a swimsuit. I stared at it like it was written in code. Pool parties were basi...
I'd been a **zombie** all week, thanks to finals and my mom's new regime of morning **vitamin** shots that tasted like radioactive orange juice. Three hours of sleep, two failed ma...
Marcus stood by the gymnasium doors, heart doing that thing where it feels like a trapped bird in your chest. The spring dance was in two hours, and he still hadn't worked up the n...
Maya stared at the **swimming** pool deck, mentally arranging everyone into their proper social layers. At the top: Tyler with his shirt off, doing laps like he owned the water. Th...
Marcus froze in front of his locker, the fluorescent bathroom light bouncing off the mirror. There it was—a bright green chunk of spinach wedged between his front teeth, mocking hi...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her sweaty palm, third notification this minute. The Friday night lights glared from across the cafeteria, where the popular crowd—Jordan's crowd—was gather...
Leo stared at his reflection, scissors hovering over the mess of curls his mom called "adorable." At fourteen, adorable was the last thing he wanted to be. His phone buzzed. Messa...
Maya was running late. Again. The summer job at the Meadowlark Apartments pool was supposed to be chill—just some lifeguard light duty and occasional maintenance—but she'd already ...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. Jackson Harper's end-of-summer bash was in full swing—music bumping, people doing cannonballs...
I shouldn't have eaten that spinach wrap before tryouts. Seriously, who eats spinach before a big social event? Apparently me, because I'm a genius like that. Standing at the edge...
The sky outside the gym looked like bruised fruit, purple and angry across the horizon. Maya leaned against the bleachers, thumb fighting with her iPhone screen, refreshing Instagr...
Maya's graduation cap sat crooked on her head, the tassel swinging like a pendulum counting down her dignity. The class pool party raged around her—music thumping, kids shrieking, ...