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Maya's new iPhone burned in her pocket like a guilty secret. Two weeks at summer camp, and she'd barely posted anything. Her feed back home was probably a graveyard of last year's ...
I quit baseball three weeks before summer started. Coach called me 'sunshine' like it was an insult, but honestly? I was tired of standing in right field picking dandelions while e...
The baseball smacked into my glove with a satisfying thud, but my hands were sweating so bad I almost dropped it. Tryouts. Freshman year. The ultimate social suicide mission if you...
Maya gripped her iphone like it was a flotation device, scrolling through TikToks she'd already seen three times just to look busy. Around her, the pool party raged—kids from sopho...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her back pocket, but she ignored it. Whatever group chat drama was unfolding could wait. Luna's End-of-Sophomore-Year bash was already hitting maximum cring...
Maya's hair looked like it had been styled by a particularly angry squirrel. Which, honestly, was fitting for the worst day of her life. "You look like a zombie," her brother Jay ...
The baseball sat heavy in my glove like a judgment I wasn't ready to face. Varsity tryouts, junior year, my last shot to not be the kid who peaked in eighth grade PE. "You got thi...
The padel racket felt heavier than I expected, sweat already trickling down my spine even though I'd only been standing on the court for five minutes. Summer in Arizona hit differe...
Maya's hair took forty minutes to perfect. Natural curls tamed into careful waves, not too frizzy, not too straight. She checked the mirror one last time — hat tilted just right, b...
I stood by the **water**, clutching my red solo cup like it contained the antidote to social death. Kyle's pool party raged around me—bodies splashing, music thumping, people actua...
My dad's old **baseball** glove sat in the corner of my room, gathering dust like a reminder of who I used to be before freshman year ruined everything. The leather was cracked, th...
My **goldfish** was the only one who truly understood me. I sat cross-legged on my bedroom floor, staring into Captain Fin's bowl as I mentally rehearsed my introduction to the gro...