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The first week at this stuck-up country club, I quickly learned that social hierarchies are like pyramids—steep, unforgiving, and with way more people at the bottom crushing each o...
Jordan stood against the wall at Maya's house party, nursing a flat soda like it was the most interesting thing in the world. Around her, people laughed and danced and played beer ...
The uniform hat was the final betrayal. Bright orange, with "TROPICAL DREAMS" embroidered across the front like a curse Marcus couldn't escape. "You look ridiculous," said Leo, ge...
Maya's heart hammered as she approached the cafeteria, her vintage orange beanie already making her feel like a neon sign in a room of pastels. It had been her grandmother's—this g...
The graduation pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary, but I was stuck in the shallow end holding a red plastic cup of warm soda, watching the baseball team guys ...
Maya's grip on her iPhone tightened as she hovered at the edge of the pool, the Taylor family's annual summer bash spread out before her like a perfectly curated Instagram feed. Th...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in thirty seconds. Her iPhone screen lit up with the group chat blowing up—everyone was already at the courts. "You coming???" Sasha had tex...
Marcus stood alone near the dugout, clutching his orange baseball cap like a lifeline. The team mascot—that ridiculous bear costume that usually made everyone crack up—lay abandone...
I'm basically a professional spy at this point. Four years of high school will teach you things CIA training never could. Like how to navigate Tyler's raging pool party without mak...
The hat was everything. A black snapback pulled low, blocking out the fluorescent lights, the judgment, the possibility of eye contact. Leo moved through the hallway like a zombie—...
Maya spent forty-five minutes flattening her hair, the bathroom mirror fogged up like her brain. The curling iron sputtered, a warning she ignored. Tonight was Jordan's pool party ...
Maya's iphone clutched in her hand like a security blanket—third dead battery this week, and she still wouldn't put it down even at lunch. The cafeteria noise hit her ears like phy...