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The thing about having a cat who stares at you judgmentally from doorframes is that you can't really hide anything. Barnaby—this orange fluff-ball my mom claimed would 'teach me re...
Jax stood by the snack table at Maya's end-of-summer bash, nursing a papaya LaCroix like it was some exotic potion that could make him disappear. His palms were sweating — literall...
The hat was my armor. A beat-up dad cap pulled low, hiding the insecurity that felt practically radioactive. Standing at the edge of Maya's pool party, I felt like a total fraud—li...
The crushed felt on the padel court smelled like middle school PE but with more expensive equipment. Lena tugged her hat lower over her eyebrows, trying to disappear into the brim....
I stared at my goldfish, Bubbles, who'd been living in that glorified bowl for three years. Three years. That was longer than I'd kept any friend since middle school. "You're path...
The invitation said "pool party," but Maya's brain heard "social suicide." Standing at the edge of Jessica's sparkling blue pool, she felt like she'd forgotten how to be a normal h...
Maya's mom had shoved the gummy **vitamin** D supplements into her hand before she left, as if they were some kind of social shield. "You're pale as a ghost, mija. These will help ...
Working the concession stand at the baseball stadium was supposed to be easy summer money. Instead, I spent every Friday night drowning in humidity and panic attacks, trapped in th...
The orange slice of sunset burned through the windows of the padel court as Maya adjusted her grip on the racket. This was it—her first time playing with the cool kids, and her pal...
The **pool** party at Tyler's house was supposed to be chill, but my stomach was doing backflips. I'd been crushing on Maya since seventh period English, and tonight felt like the ...
The vitamin C gummies rattled in my pocket—Mom's attempt at boosting my immune system before my first day at the "padel clinic." Which was really just code for "please make friends...
The bull head weighed exactly twelve pounds. I knew because I'd spent the entire morning weighing it on my mom's kitchen scale, trying to calculate exactly how much my dignity was ...