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Marcus pulled his beanie hat lower over his ears, thanking whatever cosmic force that made winter baseball season officially over. Being equipment manager meant hiding behind the b...
The hat was pulled low, shadowing eyes that hadn't slept since Wednesday. Kai felt like a straight-up zombie, functioning on caffeine vibes and three hours of total rest. Junior ye...
Maya stood on the padel court, her heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it always did when Leo was around. She'd spent fifteen years perfecting her baseball swing, dreaming of ...
The goldfish died on a Tuesday, which felt unfairly poetic. Flop — my childhood companion for three years — floating sideways in his bowl like he'd just given up on being inspirati...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. She gripped the carnival ticket so hard it crumpled, staring at the glittering pyramid of plastic cu...
The social pyramid at Crestwood Academy was as rigid as geometry class. At the top sat the varsity padel team—glossy-haired, their white uniforms blindingly pristine. At the bottom...
Maya felt like a zombie as she stepped through the sliding glass door, her flip-flops smacking against the concrete. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. But when Chloe—the un...
Maya's phone buzzed. A text from Leo, her best friend who'd moved across the country three months ago. She stared at the screen, her thumb hovering over the keyboard. "Miss you. H...
My summer was supposed to be about becoming someone else. Someone who didn't panic at parties. Someone who could talk to Jake without turning into a human glitch. Instead, I was h...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her solo cup like a lifeline. Her newly dyed orange hair — supposed to be "auburn sunset" according to the box, now aggressively neon ...
I looked like a zombie. No joke—three AP classes, swim practice, and the marching band halftime show had turned me into the walking dead. My hair hung in limp, dull strands that ma...
Maya smooths her orange sundress for the third time, checking her reflection in the hallway mirror. Not too much effort, but definitely effort. It's Jordan's house party — the one ...