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Maya stood at the edge of the Hendersons' pool, clutching her towel like a safety net. The last day of freshman year, and somehow she'd been invited to THE party. The popular kids ...
I stared at the mirror, my hair now a vibrant purple that screamed 'look at me.' Mom had freaked, obviously, but that was kind of the point. Junior year at Ridgeview High, and I wa...
The cafeteria was a social pyramid, plain and simple. Seniors at the top, freshmen at the bottom, and me? I was somewhere in the middle, trying to go invisible. That plan backfire...
Maya's summer job at the juice bar was supposed to be chill — just blending smoothies and scrolling through her iPhone during lulls. But then Lily happened. Lily, with her perfect...
My stomach did literal backflips as I laced up my padel shoes, the orange laces mocking my anxiety. First week of sophomore year and I'd already been dubbed "Fox" by the varsity te...
When Lila dragged me to the padel court, I was already sweating and we hadn't even started. Padel — this weird tennis-squash hybrid that was suddenly everyone's obsession — and I w...
The graduation party was already lit when Maya showed up, her heart doing that nervous flutter thing like trapped butterflies. She'd been crushing on Harper since sophomore year, a...
I stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging my nose, while Jordan's voice carried across the water. "Bro, you're actually quitting the team? After we made regionals?" He h...
The bleachers behind home plate were crowded, but Maya sat alone, cross-legged on the metal bench. Her hair—currently dyed an electric blue that kept fading to weird patches of gra...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The sophomore class pool party. Classic social torture arena. Everyone looked so effortless—Chloe and her s...
The neon snapback hat sat three sizes too big on my head, sliding down over my eyes like a protective curtain against the world. Mom had bought it thinking it was "trendy," but rea...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally sweating. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, clutching her iPhone like it was a lifeline—which, honestly, it kinda was. Th...