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I hated padel. Like, actually hated it. But when your crush literally texts "you should come" and adds that pull-quote emoji that makes your stomach flip, you don't exactly say no....
Maya felt like a total zombie at her mom's academic showcase. Like, actually dead inside. Her mom had been dragging her to these college prep events since seventh grade, and tonigh...
The summer before sophomore year, I somehow got stuck as the assistant coach for my little brother's baseball team. The seven-year-olds ran around like chaotic atoms, bouncing off ...
Maya's first date with Caleb was supposed to be perfect. She'd spent two hours curling her hair and three rounds of outfit changes before settling on the vintage band tee that said...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually dripping. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at Leo's front door. The house party was already vibrating throu...
The sun beat down on the outdoor padel court as Leo gripped his racquet, palms sweating. This was supposed to be casual Friday hangouts with his best friend, but ever since Maya ha...
Maya's iphone buzzed with the notification that could make or break her entire sophomore year: *Liam: heading over 👟*. "Oh my god, he's actually coming," she whispered, panic risi...
The country club pool shimmered like something off an Instagram feed, which made sense since everyone here was literally living for the 'gram. Meanwhile, I was parked on a lounge c...
Maya's lungs burned like she'd inhaled fire. Three miles into the regional qualifier, and she was currently running in thirty-seventh place. Out of forty runners. The varsity jacke...
Maya pulled the beat-up baseball hat lower over her eyebrows. If she couldn't see them, they couldn't see her — that was the logic, anyway. The cable-knit sweater her aunt gave her...
The pool deck smelled like chlorine and cheap body spray — the signature scent of my entire high school existence. I adjusted my goggles, pretending to be intensely focused on my u...
Maya's iphone sat on the cafeteria table like a dead thing. Third time this week her service had ghosted her right when SHE needed it most — right when the group chat was probably ...