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Maya's beanie wasn't just a hat—it was her emotional support object, her security blanket against the cruel fluorescent lights of freshman year. She tugged the gray wool down farth...
The sun beat down on the outdoor padel court, heat waves rippling off the blue artificial turf. My palms were sweating through my grip, and not just because it was ninety degrees o...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she stood on the mound, sweat making her grip on the ball slippery. Varsity baseball tryouts, junior year, and Coach Miller watching like a h...
Maya dragged herself into the kitchen like a **zombie** from one of those cheesy Netflix apocalypses—except instead of brains, she was hunting for iced coffee. Final exams had turn...
Maya pulled her oversized bucket **hat** lower over her eyes, trying to disappear into the cafeteria noise. Being a freshman was hard enough without everyone knowing you were the g...
Maya's summer had turned into a disaster before it even started. Her parents had shipped her off to Camp Wabanaki for three weeks—"Find yourself," they said, as if identity was som...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The charging cable was still tangled around her wrist because she'd been doomscrolling in the car, un...
My dad, the human equivalent of a grizzly bear, had my entire baseball career planned out before I could even hold a bat. Varsity by sophomore year. Recruitment letters junior year...
I named him Barnaby. My pet goldfish, I mean. Not that anyone else knew he existed. In my house, if you didn't have a GPA above 3.5 or varsity letters, you were basically invisible...
The baseball cap sat backward on Jake's head, practically glowing with main character energy. I adjusted my own hat—forward, obviously—wishing I could channel even ten percent of h...
Maya's cleats felt like lead weights as she trudged toward home plate. The varsity baseball team's tryouts were basically a formality—her brother had been a legend here three years...
The chlorine from the community pool still clung to Maya's skin as she sat on the edge of the diving board, legs dangling over the deep end. This was supposed to be the summer befo...