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The carnival goldfish — which I'd stupidly named Neptune — swam in its plastic bag like it owned the place. Which, technically, it kind of did now. I'd spent twenty bucks and my di...
My stupid orange hat kept slipping over my eyes at exactly the wrong moment — like when Jake Martinez walked onto the padel court. I adjusted it, probably making it look worse, and...
Maya's hands were literally shaking as she gripped the padel racket, her palms sweating through her headband. First day of club tryouts, and she'd already managed to hit the ball d...
I'd been running on two hours of sleep and pure existential dread, basically functioning like a zombie in BAPE sweatpants. Tryouts for the varsity baseball team were in twenty minu...
Maya stared at her reflection, the bathroom fluorescent unforgiving. The box hair dye promised "Sunset Copper" but her hair had turned out aggressively, undeniably fox orange. Her ...
Maya's grandma's hat sat on her head like a neon confession. Wide-brimmed, covered in plastic flowers, absolutely the opposite of cool. "You'll thank me," Grandma had said, press...
The first day of sophomore year, Maya found herself sitting on the edge of the **pool** behind Brad Henderson's house, watching the popular kids float on inflatable unicorns like t...
Maya's phone buzzed with the seventh text from Jasmine: "r u coming?? everyone's hereeee" Maya stared at her reflection, the orange streaks in her dark hair feeling less bold and m...
Jordan's life had officially become a cosmic joke. The high school social pyramid wasn't just steep—it was vertical, and Jordan was currently clinging to the bottom ledge with bloo...
Jordan's sneakers skidded against the rubber track, breath catching in their throat. Again. Last place at regionals—again. "You good, dog?" Marcus called from the sidelines, half-...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party clutching her red solo cup like it was a life raft. The water glittered with that fake-turquoise chemical blue that only existed in suburba...
Maya's stomach did that annoying flip-flop thing as she stood outside Tyler's house. The bass from inside rattled the porch railing. She'd spent two hours straightening her hair, o...