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Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat blowing up. 'Pool party at Jake's. Parents gone. Midnight.' She hesitated, thumb hovering over the screen. Last time she'd gone swimming in ...
I felt like a total spy crouching behind the bleachers, watching Jake from the baseball team. Not in a creepy way—okay, maybe a little creepy. But nobody notices the quiet girl wit...
My palms were sweating. Again. Like, actually dripping onto my phone screen while I scrolled through Mia's Instagram. Three years I'd known her, and I still hadn't managed to say a...
I was running — actually running, full sprint, everything burning — down Cedar Lane because my brain had apparently decided to stop functioning. "You're such a golden retriever," ...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, dramatic kind from movies—the awkward, exhausted kind who'd spent three hours curling her hair for Jason's pool party only to want to hide in...
Mateo regretted everything about choosing papaya for the team dinner. The cross country team gathered at Ruby's house, her backyard strung with那些 cheap lights she'd bought on clea...
I was supposed to be running laps for PE, but honestly, my cardio was holding on by a thread. So I was walking. Dramatically. Like, the kind of walking that says "I'm not lazy, I'm...
At 14, I'd mastered the art of being invisible. Pool parties? My personal hell. But when Maya—my only real friend since kindergarten—invited me to her end-of-summer bash, I couldn'...
The group chat was blowing up. "Pool party at Jake's, 3 PM," Jenna's text read. "Everyone's coming." Maya stared at her phone, stomach doing that familiar flip-flop thing. She'd b...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket, lighting up with notifications she was too nervous to check. This was her first house party since transferring to Northwood High, and her social...
The phone buzzed in my hand — another streak notification. I stared at my reflection in the black screen: frizzy hair from pool chlorine, the same boring brown I'd had my entire li...
Marcus stood at the edge of the community pool, fingers twisting together until his palms felt slick. The pool's surface shimmered like liquid glass, innocent and terrifying all at...