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The summer before freshman year, I signed up for baseball camp because that's what guys did. That's what my dad did. That's what would make me normal at Maple Grove High. I was wr...
Maya clicked to the next Instagram story, illuminated by her phone screen at 2:47 AM. She'd become a master at this—spying on her classmates' lives while they slept, piecing togeth...
The papaya sat on the counter like an alien artifact. My mom had bought it from some fancy grocery store, convinced it would make us 'cultured.' I poked it. It squished. "You gonn...
Maya's new purple hair was supposed to be her glow-up moment. Instead, she stood at the edge of Jake's pool party, clutching her towel like a lifeline, while everyone else splashed...
I was basically a zombie at that point. Three AP classes, varsity track, and my mom's subtle-but-deadly commentary about how Maya next door got into Stanford early had turned my br...
Maya's palms were sweating — literally dripping — as she gripped the padel racquet for the first time. The turquoise court at the Beachside Club blazed under the California sun, re...
Marcus's phone buzzed for the twelfth time. Another DM from CatKing99—you know, the guy who'd literally ghosted him at homecoming last month. Meanwhile, Marcus was currently hiding...
The chlorine burn in my eyes was nothing compared to the way Jordan looked through me like I was invisible. We used to be the kind of friend who finished each other's sentences, bu...
Maya's dad had been talking about the varsity baseball team since she was in diapers. The Rodriguez legacy — three generations of pitchers, and now it was her turn. Except Maya hat...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate that morning—every curl springing wild, defying the straightener she'd wasted forty minutes on. She squinted at her reflection, searching for somet...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the problem. That's what she thought when she showed up to school with the accidental dip-dye disaster—sunrise orange melting into midnight purple. S...
The iPhone notification lit up my face at 2:47 AM — another DM from the group chat that wouldn't let me sleep. I stared at the screen, my thumb hovering over the typing bubble, hea...