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Maya stared at the invitation on her phone like it might bite. Katrina's party. The actual Katrina, whose instagram stories basically counted as currency at Northwood High. Maya ha...
Maya's hair was supposed to be the highlight of sophomore year. Instead, it looked like she'd stuck her tongue in an electrical socket. Again. "You look... fierce," Chloe said, wh...
Maya's vision swam in a sea of neon and bass, the house party already too much. She'd been standing in the same corner for twenty minutes, clutching her phone like a lifeline. When...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The **water** glittered with an almost hostile invitation, reflecting the too-bright sun and the even brigh...
The orange vinyl floatie bobbed alone in the deep end like a forgotten sun, and honestly? Same. I stood by the pool's edge wearing my dad's old fishing hat—pulled low, obviously—wi...
The summer before junior year, I landed the worst job at the country club: monitoring the swimming pool while rich kids did cannonballs off the diving board. My friends were all wo...
My hair was basically a third arm at this point—thick, frizzy, impossible. Maya said it gave me "witch energy" which I guess was a compliment? But when you're already the new kid w...
Leo stood on the padel court, gripping the rented racquet like it was a foreign object he'd been handed by mistake. The neon-green ball bounced rhythmically against the glass walls...
Riley's first day at the country club felt like walking into a live-action Instagram feed where everyone else had the script. The padel courts were packed with kids in pastel polos...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could barely grip her racquet. First padel tournament of the season, and naturally, her parents had invited the entire extended family. Plus T...
Maya's cat, Mochi, gave her that judgy look again. As if the furball knew she was spiraling about Jordan's pool party tomorrow. "Don't look at me like that," Maya muttered, pullin...
Maya's palms were literally dripping as she clutched her padel racket, watching from the sidelines. The way Chloe flipped her perfect beach‑wave hair after every point had Maya abs...