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Mateo's vintage New Era hat sat three inches deep in his backpack, buried like a shameful secret. Transferring to Oak Creek Academy sophomore year was basically social suicide, and...
The papaya incident started everything. I was stuck working the register at Tropical Bites—my uncle's food truck—while my friends were at the lake. Again. This summer was turning ...
The padel court at Camp Wiyaka had seen better days. The net sagged like a dropped jaw, and the fence had more rust than metal. But none of that mattered to Maya. What mattered was...
My older brother Ryan lives and breathes baseball. His room is basically a shrine to the sport — trophies, signed bats, posters of players I can never keep straight. So when I told...
The summer before sophomore year, I worked at the community pool handing out towels and pretending I wasn't absolutely terrified of everything. The job was Maya's idea — she said I...
Maya's first mistake was agreeing to join the padel club. Her second was bringing papaya chunks for a post-practice snack. "You ready for this?" Liam asked, grinning like he hadn'...
The hat was grandma's, which meant it was absolutely not acceptable for Tyler's first real party. But it was either wear the ridiculous straw fedora or show up with hat hair after ...
The backstage air smelled like hairspray and panic. It was opening night of our school's production of Zombie Prom — aka the night I'd been dreading since freshman year. I was play...
The orange hair dye box promised "sunset copper," but Maya stared into her bathroom mirror and saw a traffic cone. Three days before sophomore year, and she already looked like a c...
Maya stood by the snack table at Jake's house party, nursing a warm orange soda like it was her job. The social pyramid was in full effect—Jake and his lacrosse bros at the top, th...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her jeans for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the denim. Great. Now she looked nervous AND messy. Ju...
The padel court smelled like rubber and desperation. I stood there, racket vibrating in my sweaty palms, while Kyle served with that effortless confidence that made me want to simu...