The car ride to the airport was a pattern of tension, with 18-year-old Bobby Smith's every move met by his mom's sharp tongue. "Bobby, did you remember the snacks?" "Bobby, did you remember your toothbrush?" Her frustration was palpable, a testament to his perpetual ineptitude. "We're going to miss the exit," Michelle yelled, her eyes glued to the road ahead as she maneuvered their minivan through the bustling airport tra...

Eighteen-year-old Matt squinted into the glowing afternoon sun, his eyes adjusting to the stark contrast as he stepped out from the shade of the poolside snack bar. The chlorine scent of the water washed over him, mingling with the sweet coconut of sunscreen and the faint waft of barbecue from somewhere nearby. His skin felt sticky with the combination of heat and sweat, and his eyes scanned the bustling pool area, lookin...