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The country club membership card burned in my back pocket like a guilty secret. Mom said it would be "good for my social development," which was parent-speak for "please make frien...
The humidity hung thick and heavy over Miller's backyard, the kind of August night where sweat slicked your skin the second you stepped outside. Someone's older brother had scored ...
Leo gripped the **padel** racket like it might bite him. The neon yellow ball bounced against the court, a heart attack in rubber form. "You're overthinking it, bro," said Marcus,...
Alex's life was basically one long exercise in overthinking, and today was no exception. It was only third period lunch, and already she was spiraling. "You've got—" Maya started,...
My hair was supposed to be sunset purple. Instead, it looked like a bruised plum. "You did WHAT?" Maya screeched through the phone, FaceTiming me from what looked like the pool pa...
I felt like a zombie. Not the cool, dramatic kind from movies — more like the exhausted, shuffle-footed variety that's survived two weeks of finals and somehow made it to the champ...
Maya's thumbs shook as she gripped her **iphone**, doomscrolling through the squad's group chat. Pad.tryouts@3. Don't choke, maya. lol. She'd only agreed to this because Tyler wou...
Maya's entire existence was basically a carefully constructed social pyramid, and she was definitely somewhere near the bottom—possibly underground. The cafeteria at Northwood High...
My hair was doing that thing again—the thing where it defied physics, humidity, and every single hair product I'd wasted thirty bucks on. I'd spent twenty minutes trying to flatten...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching her racket like a lifeline. The July heat shimmered off the artificial turf, and she could practically feel the water weight in...
Maya pulled her dad's oversized beanie down to her eyebrows, trying to disappear into her hoodie. First day at sophomore year, moved across the country, and she'd already managed t...
Jayden stood at the edge of Maya's pool, clutching his towel like a lifeline. The summer heat radiated off the concrete, but his internal temperature was somewhere between nervous ...