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I was the only freshman who couldn't swim. Not "can't swim well" — literally couldn't swim. Try being fourteen at summer camp while everyone's hitting the lake like it's a second h...
Marcus had to bear it—the absolute cringe of his tenth-grade year. "Dude, your pyramid looks like a food pyramid from health class," Tony said, laughing so hard he almost choked o...
Maya walked into Oak Creek High like a zombie—hood up, headphones blasting, eyes glazed from three hours of TikTok doom-scrolling the night before. Being a freshman was basically a...
Maya adjusted her baseball cap, pulling the brim lower. The hat was her armor — a shield against the fluorescent-bright world of the Vista Padel Club where everyone seemed to glow ...
Maya's cat Luna knocked over the shampoo bottle again. Great. Now she had to use her mom's fancy coconut stuff, which made her hair smell like a beach vacation she'd never taken. S...
My hair was basically a third arm by July. That's what happens when you're half-Guatemalan, half-Jewish, and your mom refuses to let you get a fade because "you'll look like those ...
Kai's older sister had left her vintage hoodie—bright orange, impossible to miss—in his room by mistake. He should've returned it. But something about wearing it to school made him...
Standing on the starting block, the **water** below shimmering like crushed sapphires, Maya felt her stomach do that awful flip-flop thing. The regional finals. Of course her paren...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was a particularly brutal geometry problem. At the top sat the varsity baseball team, their championship jackets like armor, w...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actual puddles in her hands. She wiped them on her jeans—again—and stared at the group of seniors by the palm trees at lunch. They looked like th...
The country club pool shimmered like something off a Pinterest board, and I stood behind the snack counter feeling like the wrong kind of different. Again. "Hey Papaya Boy," Marcu...
I was running on zero sleep and three hours of zombie movies with Jayden, so naturally I looked like the walking dead. Stupid idea for a Friday night, considering I had the travel ...