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I was three margaritas deep at Jessica's end-of-summer pool party when my phone buzzed. notification from Instagram: @anonymous_catfish started following you. "Who's that?" Maya a...
Maya smoothed down her frizzy hair for the hundredth time, regretting the impulsive chop she'd given herself last week. Now her curls stuck out like a confused halo around her head...
The cable was supposed to be fixed by noon. That's what the manager said when he hired me, anyway. "Just watch the pool, make sure nobody drowns, and keep an eye on the TV. The ca...
Maya's legs burned as she pounded the dirt path, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Cross country wasn't just a sport—it was her escape, her identity, the one place where her GPA, ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his phone like a lifeline. The backyard was packed with juniors he barely knew, all somehow acting like they'd been best friends sin...
I'd been running on caffeine and three hours of sleep, basically operating in full zombie mode while the rest of the world seemed annoyingly awake. Summer pool parties at the Hende...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her hand, another Instagram story from friends she'd left behind. Three weeks at Riverside Country Club and she still felt like an imposter in her own skin....
The country club parking lot felt like entering a different dimension. My beat-up converse stuck out like a sore thumb among the BMWs and Range Rovers. Mom insisted this summer job...
Maya's first shift at The Sphinx diner was a total disaster waiting to happen. The retro neon sign buzzed overhead like an anxious hornet, matching the vibration in her chest. She'...
Maya adjusted the sequined top hat she'd thrifted for $5, tilting it at what she hoped was a jaunty, confident angle. Stupid Halloween party. She was only here because Chloe insist...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning—half frizzy from humidity, half flat from her old cheerleading bow. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to fix it before giving up a...
Marcus adjusted the bright orange padel racket strapped to his backpack, feeling like a walking traffic cone. His sister had lent it to him—said it was "vintage," but Marcus knew s...