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The padel court at the country club was basically social headquarters for summer, and Maya had spent three weeks trying to get invited. When Jake finally texted 'u wanna play later...
Marcus adjusted his cap, sweat already dripping down his temple. First day of baseball tryouts, and his stomach was doing backflips. Coach Miller stood on the pitcher's mound like ...
I spent forty minutes transforming my frizzy mop into perfect beach waves, convinced this was my moment. My best friend Mia's annual pool party was legendary—the kind of event that...
Marcus's first day at Lakewood Academy felt like walking into a place where everyone already knew the secret handshake. The hallway smelled like expensive perfume and expectations,...
Maya's mom shoved the chewable vitamin at her every morning like it was some kind of magical confidence pill. "Your brain needs this for the SATs," she'd say, like the orange-flavo...
The orange bottle sat on my bathroom counter like a judgmental totem. Vitamin D supplements—the ones my mom said would help with my "mood" during sophomore year. Because obviously,...
Maya stared at the mirror, running her fingers through her newly dyed fox-orange hair. The color screamed rebellion — or maybe desperation. Either way, it was definitely going to g...
Maya's screen lit up her face in the darkness of the pool house bathroom. Another Instagram story from Alexa's party—everyone from sophomore year was there, laughing in that perfec...
Maya's rescue dog Barnaby pressed his wet nose against her hand as she sat cross-legged on her bed, phone clutched in the other. The charging cable dangled precariously, its wire e...
Marcus's palms were sweating literally actual droplets as he stood in the cafeteria line, clutching his tray like a lifeline. The lunch tables stretched before him like some ancien...
Maya pressed her back against the cold bathroom stall, hyperventilating. Again. Third time this week. The bathroom at Northwood High had become her sanctuary, her escape hatch, her...
I felt like a walking zombie as I dragged myself through Maya's backyard gate. Three hours of sleep + finals week = actual walking dead. But when you're a sophomore trying to climb...