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The padel court smelled like rubber and teenage desperation. I adjusted my grip for the third time, conscious of everyone watching—especially Mia, leaning against the fence with he...
The spinach stuck between my teeth felt like a neon sign flashing LOOK AT ME. I'd been crushing on Jordan for three months, and naturally, tonight—when she finally noticed me at Ta...
I stood paralyzed by the edge of the pool, my stomach in knots. This was it - the moment I'd been stressing about all week. My mismatched bikini felt like a giant neon sign pointin...
Marcus floated through sophomore year like the goldfish in his bedroom tank - always there, mostly invisible, going in endless circles while everyone else seemed to actually be swi...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her phone. The cable connecting her earbuds tangled around her fingers like a nervous system. This was it—Jordan's pool part...
Maya's hair started falling out in clumps during third period AP Bio. She'd run her fingers through it during lectures—something she'd done since middle school when she was anxious...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically fill a swimming pool. She adjusted her grip on the padel racquet—her brother's old one, the grip tape peeling like dead skin...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection like it had personally betrayed him. His mom had somehow misunderstood "trim the ends" and given him what lo...
Maya stood behind the snack table at Tyler's house party, executing what she called the Goldfish Protocol: stay small, blend in, don't draw attention to yourself. Like her sister's...
The brim of my lucky hat pulled low, I scanned the crowded pizza parlor. My third week at Antonio's and I still felt like an imposter in the apron. "Yo, Marcus!" Jay, my coworker,...
Dude, you're literally vibrating," Maya whispered from the sidelines, gripping her neon orange Gatorade like it was a lifeline. "Shut up," I hissed, staring at the padel court. My...
Finals week had turned me into a actual zombie. I'd been surviving on three hours of sleep and whatever caffeine my mom wouldn't notice missing from the pantry. My hair was basical...