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The orange sunset painted the sky like a bruise—purple, yellow, that weird color your old converse turn after a summer of wearing them everywhere. Maya squeezed my arm. 'You good? ...
I'd been running from my problems since seventh grade, but Coach Miller made it literal. "Laps, Martinez. Until you puke or I say stop." So there I was, drowning in humidity, whil...
Maya stared at the mirror, running fingers through her chlorine-fried hair. It used to be long and perfect, or at least Instagram-filter perfect. Now it was just... swimmery. The k...
Maya stared at Leo across the cafeteria, nursing her lukewarm papaya juice like it was the only interesting thing in her tragic excuse for a lunch break. Leo — the Sphinx of sophom...
Leo stood at the edge of Miller's Creek, wearing nothing but swim trunks and the worst decision of his sophomore year: zombie face paint he'd refused to wash off after last night's...
Marcus stood in the bullpen, his baseball glove slapping against his thigh. The summer sun beat down on the field, turning the air thick and heavy. In twenty minutes, he'd pitch th...
The orange swimsuit was a mistake. Like, a massive mistake. I stood at the edge of Jake's pool, feeling like a traffic cone wearing swim trunks while everyone else looked chill in ...
I was basically a zombie by third period. Not the cool, coordinated dance kind from TikTok. The tragic, brain-mush kind that comes from staying up until 3 AM doomscrolling through ...
Maya's fingers shook as she adjusted the amp settings. This was it—her first real house party with the band, and she was about to choke. Some guitarist she turned out to be. "Dude...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid, each tier carefully defined by who sat where. The popular kids claimed the tables near the windows, while everyone else arranged them...
Maya's mom had done it again. She'd packed her lunch with sliced papaya—again. Maya stared at the container like it contained radioactive waste. At school, nobody ate papaya. They ...
The new padel courts behind the rec center were where the popular kids held court—literally. Maya, three months into freshman year and still essentially invisible, decided this was...