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Marcus stood at home plate, the baseball bat feeling heavier than usual in his sweaty palms. Tryouts for the varsity team were tomorrow, and his nerves were doing jumping jacks in ...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. Again. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to tame the frizz into something presentable, but humidity had other plans. Now she stood outside the...
The summer before sophomore year, Mia's older sister Jessica decided to host the legendary pool party that would define their social status forever. Mia, with her frizzy hair that ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the wet concrete, while Chloe bounced on her heels beside her. "You got this!" Chloe squealed, adjusting the oversized bear...
Marcus stood at the bottom of the social pyramid, clutching his baseball glove like it was a lifeline. Sophomore year, and he was still that quiet kid who sat alone at lunch, pract...
Max stood by the padel court, watching the cool kids laugh and serve like they'd been born with rackets in their hands. Three weeks at Northwood High and he'd already mastered the ...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was as real as gravity. At the top: varsity athletes and Instagram influencers. At the bottom: everyone else trying not to look like they were ...
Maya's legs burned as she pounded down the street, breath hitching in her throat. Again. The third panic attack this week, and her parents still thought she was just "out running" ...
I felt like such a spy, lurking behind the concession stand at the rec center, watching Jake laugh with his friends on the padel court. My phone buzzed — Chloe wanting to know if I...
Maya's quinceañera was in exactly twelve days and her hair looked like she'd lost a fight with a vacuum cleaner. The county pool chlorine had turned her waist-length waves into som...
The neon orange padel racket felt ridiculous in my hands, like I was holding a traffic light. Max had texted: *we need a fourth for mixed doubles, u in?* And because I'm pathetical...
My hair was supposed to be the problem. Purple streaks, carefully dyed the night before tryouts, because that's who I was now—not the straight-A student my parents wanted, but some...