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I spent fifteen that summer crashing at the local padel club, hoping Jake would finally notice me. My best friend Maya - loyal as a golden retriever, ride or die till the end - dra...
Maya's vintage trucker hat was basically her emotional support animal. It went everywhere: geometry class (backward, obviously), the diner where her crush Jake worked, and definite...
Maya sat across from Jake in the cafeteria, her heart doing that weird fluttery thing that had nothing to do with the stale pizza on her tray. She'd spent forty-five minutes on her...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, his reflection staring back like it was judging his entire existence. The haircut was supposed to be a fade, but his cousin Ty had mes...
Maya's palms were sweating—again—classic anxiety response, probably. She'd been doing laps around the pool area for twenty minutes, literally running in circles while her Instagram...
Maya stared at the crumbling sphinx statue in the school courtyard, her iPhone clenched tight in her hand. Another group chat notification. Another invitation she'd missed because ...
Maya's hair had never been more of a disaster. After the great DIY bleach incident of July, she'd spent three weeks in beanies and baseball caps, avoiding the pool at all costs. Wh...
Maya's hair was supposed to be perfect. That's what she'd told herself for three weeks, ever since Jordan invited her to the end-of-summer pool party. She'd spent forty-five minute...
The cable had been out since Tuesday, which meant no streaming, no scrolling, just static and the sound of my dad's old radio crackling with baseball updates. "Rangers down by thre...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her favorite oversized bucket hat like it was a shield. The chlorine smell hit her first—that sharp, nose-tingling scent that meant Sa...
My dad's fedora sat crushed in my backpack like a secret I couldn't tell anyone. Friday meant padel tournament day at school, which meant social suicide day for me. I'd been hiding...
Maya's summer job at the county fair wasn't exactly #lifegoals material—stuck inside a cramped booth, handing out goldfish in plastic bags to kids who'd probably forget them by bed...