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Marcus stared at the single **goldfish** swimming in lazy circles on his dad's countertop. Three days into his mandatory "summer visitation" — air quotes very much intended — and t...
I stared at the bathroom mirror, my heart hammering like I'd just chugged three energy shots. The box said "Tangerine Dream," but on my dark brown hair, it looked more like "Radioa...
The humidity hung thick in the air as Marcus and I sat by the community pool, clutching our melting orange sodas like they were liquid gold. We were seventeen, broke, and stupid en...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. The water shimmered like broken glass under the fluorescent lights, and suddenly his lungs forgot how to work. Thi...
The water shimmered like liquid glitter under the July sun, but I felt like I was drowning in social anxiety. At sixteen, pool parties were basically combat zones where bathing sui...
I've been crushing on Marcus since seventh grade, and today I finally made my move. Sorta. If by move you mean aggressively NOT looking at him while chewing spinach at Chipotle wit...
Maya stood by the edge of the pool, clutching her dad's oversized baseball cap like it was a life raft. Inside, her hair was definitely orange. Like, ORANGE orange. The box had pro...
Maya smoothed her dad's old **orange** hoodie for the fifteenth time, the faded fabric somehow both comforting and suffocating. Homecoming week, and the social **pyramid** at North...
Maya scrolled through her iPhone with zombie-like precision, thumb flick, thumb flick, thumb flick. The basement party thumped with bass that vibrated in her teeth, but she felt li...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the freshman social pyramid, his baseball cap pulled low. Three weeks into high school and he'd already learned: the jocks ruled the kingdom, the popu...
The cafeteria hummed with that particular frequency that only exists when everyone is pretending not to care about anything. I approached Maya's table like I was defusing a bomb. N...
I stood frozen at the edge of Maya's pool, chlorine stinging my nose. Every pore of my thirteen-year-old body screamed wrong place, wrong time. "You coming in or what?" Tyler call...