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Maya stood at the edge of the **padel** court, gripping the rented racket until her palms sweated through the grip. Elite Athletic Club. Where the popular kids congregated every Tu...
The papaya sat on my cafeteria tray like a radioactive grenade. Neon orange, suspicious seeds, and definitely not something anyone at Westwood High would be caught dead eating volu...
Maya's phone buzzed on her nightstand at 2:47 AM. Unknown number. 'You up?' She shouldn't reply. Her mom had gone full helicopter since the incident with the stolen vape pen in t...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's old fedora lower. It was her armor against the terrifying reality of sophomore year at Oak Creek High — specifically, against the fact that she di...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be legendary. SUPPOSED to be. Instead, I was standing in the corner clutching a Ziploc bag containing Bubbles, my dead carnival gold...
When your mom says 'get a summer job,' she doesn't usually mean accidentally joining a multilevel marketing scheme. But here I was, standing in front of the Galleria, wearing a too...
Maya's room was the only place where her brain didn't feel like a browser with too many tabs open. Which was ironic, considering the source of her current crisis was literally glow...
The pool lights flickered underwater, turning everything a weird neon blue that matched Maya's pre-party anxiety. She clutched her iPhone like a lifeline, thumb hovering over Sophi...
Maya's hair had declared mutiny. Again. "It's literally horizontal," she groaned, staring at her reflection in the school bathroom mirror. The humidity outside had turned her curl...
The invitation to Jordan's pool party had been sitting in my Messages app for three days. Jordan, who sat two rows behind me in AP Bio and somehow made everything look effortless. ...
The orange baseball cap sat backward on my head — my dad's old Dodgers hat that I refused to take off even though it was literally two sizes too big. Welcome to eighth grade, where...
Maya's summer job involved crawling under houses and running coaxial cable to strangers' living rooms. It sucked, but $15/hr beat doing nothing while everyone else posted beach pic...