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My dad's neon orange bucket **hat** wasn't exactly what I envisioned for my first day of padel lessons. But there I was, sixteen years old, standing on the court at the community c...
Maya's palms were literally sweating through her lifeguard whistle. The community pool was packed, and Tyler—the absolute fox from junior year—was sprawled on a lounge chair lookin...
I showed up at the padel court looking like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep because Maya decided to ghost me at 2 AM—she was "busy" but her Instagram story said otherwise. C...
Maya stared at her cracked iPhone screen, thumb hovering over Jamie's Instagram story. They'd been best friend since seventh grade, back when the biggest worry was whether to sit t...
The uniform hat was the worst part. A bright green beanie with 'NUTRITION STATION' embroidered across the front that Maya had to wear every shift. She adjusted it for the tenth tim...
My life basically ended when my mom got called into work right before the regional padel championships. I'd been training for months, and now I was stuck housesitting for Mrs. Hend...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my phone. Again. "You're doing that thing," Leah said, not looking up from her chem notes. "Where you mentally stalk Alex's Insta...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but I kept kicking. Swimming laps at 6 AM wasn't exactly how I envisioned reinventing myself before sophomore year, but here we were. "Your form's gett...
The party was already dead when Maya arrived. Someone's older brother had bought a keg, but the tap was broken and the music kept cutting out. Maya clutched her dad's stupid bucket...
Maya's first day sophomore year, she committed the ultimate cafeteria crime: she mistook a papaya for a mango and took a bite in front of everyone. The stringy texture hit her tong...
Maya's thumbs were actually cramping. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes curating the perfect post — her hair messily perfect, the lighting hitting her cheekbones just right, t...
Maya's first day at Northwood High, and she was already ready to ghost everyone. The cafeteria smelled like anxiety and tater tots as she clutched her lunchbox like a lifeline. Ins...