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I felt like a literal zombie stumbling onto the padel court at 7 AM. Coach Martinez had somehow talked me into joining the summer league, even though my hand-eye coordination was p...
The orange neon sign flickered above Jake's head as he leaned against the convenience store wall, checking his phone for the third time in two minutes. His heart was doing that wei...
Maya's iPhone 13 — her literal lifeline — lay shattered on the barn floor. "You've got to be kidding me," she groaned, kneeling in the hay. Three cracks spiderwebbed across the s...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, toes curling against the concrete while everyone else splashed like they'd been doing it since birth. It was Jordan's end-of-summer bash, an...
Maya's orange Converse squeaked against the gym floor, the sound echoing in the empty hallway. 7:03 AM. Again. "You're running on zombie time, aren't you?" A voice drifted from th...
My palms were sweating so much I could practically water the fake palm trees framing Maya's backyard pool. "You coming in or what?" Tyler called, doing a cannonball that sent chl...
The chlorine stung my eyes, but not as much as the rejection. "You're not on the list, Marcus," Chloe said, not looking up from her iPhone. Her screen reflected in her oversized ...
The pool lights flickered across the water, casting everything in this electric blue glow that made everyone look either gorgeous or like a drowned rat. No in-between. I'd been hov...
Maya's life was officially over. She could feel the spinach — yes, SPINACH, from her ultra-healthy green smoothie — wedged somewhere between her front teeth and gums. Naturally, th...
Leo stood courtside, clutching his padel racquet like it might bite him. The BHSS League Finals - and he'd somehow tricked everyone into thinking he could actually play. "You got ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be her moment. Her reinvention. Eighth grade was going to be different — she'd done the research, watched the tutorials, spent two months's allowance on...
The cafeteria social pyramid was crystal clear: seniors at the top, then juniors, sophomores, and us freshman way at the bottom—barely above the teachers, honestly. I was nursing m...