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Maya's brain felt like it had been put through a blender on extra pulse. Three weeks of finals, zero sleep, and her phone buzzing with group chat drama at 2 AM had officially activ...
The padel court at the rec center felt like the stage where my social life would officially die. Sweat pooled in my palms as I gripped the racket, watching Brittani and her perfect...
The HDMI cable lay coiled on my floor like a defeated snake. I'd been staring at it for twenty minutes, knowing I needed to hook up the second monitor before Mia's watch party toni...
Maya's first week at Crestwood Academy wasn't going exactly to plan. The padel tryouts were in two hours, and her stomach was doing nervous backflips. Being the new kid sucked, but...
My best friend Sofia hadn't spoken to me in three weeks, ever since I accidentally liked her crush's post from last summer. Stupid, I know. But I'd been doomscrolling at 3 AM like ...
I won my fifth goldfish at the school carnival while Tyler—the junior varsity baseball pitcher with the ridiculous eyelashes—watched from behind the funnel cake stand. I was pretty...
I never thought I'd be the girl who projectile-sprayed fruit chunks across the entire junior varsity swim team. But there I was, standing by the snack table at Jake's end-of-summer...
Maya's thumbs hovered over her iPhone, the Instagram story she'd spent twenty minutes editing still feeling inadequate. The pool party at Jake's house was supposed to be the kickba...
Summer before sophomore year, and somehow I'd gotten roped into hosting the end-of-school pool party. My best friend Maya was already spamming my phone with updates. "Dude, your W...
Maya stared into the bathroom mirror, her hands trembling as she lifted the box of hair dye. "Sunset Orange" the label promised. What it delivered was more "radioactive traffic con...
Maya's palms were literally sweating as she stood in the corner of Jackson's backyard party. Her iPhone clutched tight in her hand, she scrolled through TikToks she'd already seen ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. Standing outside Jason's house, she could hear bass thumping through the door like a heartbeat. Her...