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I worked the pool monitor job because I needed cash for new running shoes, not because I loved chlorine and sunscreen. My first week, I almost quit when Tyler—the varsity swimmer w...
I felt like a total spy, crouched behind the bleachers with my hoodie pulled low. Just another shadow at the Riverside High baseball field, watching Maya practice her swing. Again....
The neon orange paddle felt slippery in my sweaty hands. I'd never even played padel before, but somehow I'd let Chloe talk me into filling in for her partner in the junior tournam...
The fox ears looked ridiculous, and I knew it. But Brianna wore them to school yesterday and suddenly half the sophomore class was doing it. So there I was, standing in front of my...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Her mom's cousin who worked at a salon swore it would look natural. Instead, Maya stared in the mirror and saw ORANGE. Like, traf...
The padel court shimmered with heat waves as I stood there, racket sweating in my grip. Miami humidity wrapped around me like a second skin, but nothing made me sweatier than Maya ...
The social hierarchy at Lincoln High worked like a pyramid—perfect, geometric, and completely ridiculous. At the top sat the popular kids, the ones who made swagger look effortless...
The headphones cable trailed across my bedroom floor like a lifeline I wasn't ready to cut. On the other end, Maya's voice crackled through the static, barely audible over the thun...
I felt like a **zombie** that Monday. Not the cool, TikTok-challenge kind, but the actual walking-dead kind—the kind that exists through three periods of math with two hours of sle...
Maya felt like a zombie. Third consecutive night of studying until 2 AM will do that to you. She shuffled through the cafeteria line, barely registering the greasy pizza smell or t...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her racket like it might save her from social execution. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, illuminating everything she'd ...
Marcus stood at the entrance of Westwood High, staring at his phone. Another text from Jason: 'Bro, you're missing out. This is THE opportunity. You in or what?' The 'opportunity...