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Jordan's heart pounded like a bass drop at a homecoming dance. This was it — the moment he'd been lowkey stressing about for weeks. Maya had actually agreed to hang out, just the t...
The summer I turned sixteen, I spent every afternoon hiding behind the chain-link fence of the community padel court. My parents had signed me up for lessons, convinced it would be...
Leo's palms were sweating as he stepped onto the padel court, clutching his racket like it might save him from social doom. The oversized hat he'd borrowed from his older brother k...
Maya's iphone screen glowed in the darkness of her closet, the only light in her life since moving to Oak Ridge three weeks ago. No messages. No notifications. Just endless scrolli...
The baseball glove sat in the corner of my room like a guilty conscience. Dad had bought it last spring, back when he still thought I was gonna be the next Mike Trout. Now it gathe...
Marcus's golden retriever, Buster, stared at him with those judgmental eyes that seemed to say, "Bro, really?" as Marcus forced down another neon-orange gummy **vitamin** from the ...
My hair was supposed to be cherry red. Not pink. Not salmon. Cherry. Instead, I looked like a slice of radioactive ham. "A bold choice," my mom had said, backing away slowly. Now...
Maya's palms were sweating — like, actually slick — as she gripped her iPhone against her thigh. 3% battery. Of course. The universe had impeccable timing. She was at Jessica's pa...
Maya's dad had fallen deep into the vitamin pyramid scheme, and honestly? The embarrassment was killing her. While other parents were obsessing over college applications, hers was ...
Marcus stood at the edge of Jennifer's pool party, clutching his solo cup like a lifeline. Freshman year was almost over, and he was still invisible. Still the guy who sat three ro...
Maya stared at her reflection, the orange hair dye staining her bathroom sink. Another attempt to disappear, to look like everyone else at Northwood High. Her natural curls—the one...
Summer after sophomore year, everything changed. Maybe it was the lightning storm that split open the sky above Pine Ridge, or maybe it was just that we were finally seeing each ot...