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Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track for the eighth time. She wasn't even supposed to be here — tryouts were last week — but Coach had let her sneak in after she'd literally...
Chloe's vintage Nikes were absolutely not designed for this. She stood at the edge of the creek behind Miller's Field, clutching a baseball bat like it might save her from total so...
Maya's entire identity was wrapped up in chlorine and lap times. She was 'the swimmer' — the one who smelled like pool chemicals and had hair that was basically straw from all the ...
I'd spent three hours convincing myself that dyeing my hair electric blue was a power move. Now, standing in Sarah's crowded basement with sticky soda on my converse and my heart h...
The baseball field smelled like cut grass and teenage anxiety. Marcus stood at home plate, bat trembling like a leaf in a hurricane, while what's-her-name from AP English watched f...
The summer heat waves rising off the padel court made everything shimmer like I was looking through my sister's old Instagram filters. I adjusted my grip—sweaty palm against the ra...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her borrowed racquet feeling like a foreign object in her sweating hands. The summer camp brochure had promised "new friendships and conf...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like it was the only thing holding her together. The last thing she wanted to do was go swimming in front of Jake Miller, wh...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it was neon orange. Like, traffic-cone-meets-radioactive-waste orange. "Your phone's blowing up," her little brother ca...
Maya's legs burned like fire as she rounded the track, lungs screaming in that familiar way that made her question every life choice that led here. Track practice wasn't supposed t...
Marcus tugged his snapback lower, hoping it would somehow shield him from the fact that he was the only one not swimming. Tyler's end-of-summer party raged around him—water splashi...
I didn't mean to become a creep who basically spied on her best friend, but here we were. Maya had been acting weird since lunch, and I needed to know why. The plan: follow her aft...