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Maya stared at the cafeteria pyramid display—another failed attempt by the administration to make nutrition look lit. A literal food pyramid constructed from actual vegetables sat ...
Marcus stood in front of his bathroom mirror, applying what had to be his seventh layer of deodorant. Today was the day—the first day of sophomore year at Northwood High, and he ha...
Jordan's hat was practically fused to his head at this point—a black beanie his sister called his emotional support fabric. Which, fair. Freshman year was hitting different. "Yo, ...
Marcus stood at the padel court, gripping the rental racquet like it might detonate. His cousin Jake had somehow convinced him that summer league was a great idea, which was exactl...
Maya felt like a zombie walking through the hallways Monday morning. Three hours of sleep after that text from Ethan — "we should just be friends lol" — will do that to you. Her us...
The bathroom mirror was practically a **sphinx** with its riddles today — dark circles under my eyes, hair doing whatever it wanted, and the eternal question: Are you really going ...
The goldfish bowl sat on Maya's nightstand, its fluorescent light casting weird shadows across her ceiling at 2 AM. She was spiraling—again—about tomorrow. Padel tryouts. The sport...
The pool water shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, or maybe that was just my anxiety making everything sparkle way too intensely. "Yo, Maya! You coming in or what?"...
I'm standing on the padel court, clutching my racket like it's a weapon and not a piece of sports equipment I barely know how to use. Mia's serving to me, and I'm pretty sure my so...
Maya stood by the deep end, clutching her iphone like a lifeline. The screen was her shield against the awkwardness of Jordan's birthday bash. She'd been doomscrolling for twenty m...
The bass from Maya's basement speakers thrummed against my ribs. House parties weren't really my thing—I was more of a 'cozy game night with three friends maximum' person—but Julia...
The summer before sophomore year, I found myself hiding behind the rusted dumpster behind Rico's Taco Shack, nursing a papaya I'd shoplifted from Mrs. Chen's market. My hands were ...