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Marcus stood poolside in his oversized guard uniform, feeling like an imposter. The **baseball** glove tucked in his bag was a secret rebellion—his dad wanted him at sports camp, b...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket—curly, wild, impossible to tame. Just like her life before this summer. Homeschooled until sophomore year, now thrust into public s...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically wring out her racket grip. First day at the fancy padel club and everyone looked like they stepped out of a TikTok trendy cl...
Maya hadn't slept in three days. Finals week had turned her into a certified zombie, shuffling through the halls of Northwood High with dark circles that could rival any creature f...
Maya's sweaty palm gripped her iPhone like a lifeline as she stood outside Jake's house. The bass from inside vibrated through the soles of her knock-off Converse. She adjusted her...
I felt like a **zombie**. No, scratch that — zombies at least had an excuse for shuffling through the hallways with zero brain activity. I was voluntarily doing this to myself, sur...
Jordan sat on the edge of the bathtub while his best friend since third grade, Kai, dramatically swallowed a handful of neon-colored pills. "Dude, you're gonna turn into a pharmac...
Maya's feet hit the pavement in a rhythm that matched her overthinking brain—left, right, overthink, repeat. She'd been running every morning since freshman year, not because she a...
I belonged in the water. That's what I told myself, treading water at the deep end of the community pool while my legs burned with the familiar ache of conditioning. Swimming was t...
The neon orange padel ball whizzed past my ear, missing my head by approximately two inches. 'My bad, bro!' called Chase, the kid whose dad owned half of Malibu. I flashed a thumbs...
The pool party of the year. That's what Maya's Instagram story called it, and that's why Maya was currently hyperventilating in the bathroom stall, iphone clutched in a trembling h...
Maya's crush on Jake had survived eighth grade, freshman year's awkward lunchroom exchanges, and整整 two years of Instagram stalking. But it definitely would not survive this. The p...