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Maya smoothed her skirt for the third time, heart practically beating out of her chest. Her first real party. She'd spent forty minutes on her eyeliner alone, carefully copying tha...
The summer before freshman year, my parents decided I needed "socialization" — code for: you're spending too much time in your room. So they signed me up for Vista Ridge Sports Cam...
Maya had spent forty-five minutes psyching herself up in the bathroom, adjusting her bikini top and checking her reflection from every possible angle. The invitation to Jordan's po...
Maya's mom shoved the orange bottle across the kitchen counter. "Your vitamin deficiency is making you anti-social, Maya. Take one." She swallowed it dry, already running late for...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time in two minutes. *Where r u???* lit up the screen from Jade. *Running!* Maya texted back, which was technically true if you counted sprintin...
Maya dragged herself through third period, feeling like a total zombie. Finals week was literally killing her, and she'd mainlined like four energy drinks just to function. When th...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her padel racket like it was a lifeline. Her crush, Jake, was already on the court, looking unfairly good in his faded band tee and cu...
The fluorescent orange hat perched on my head like a traffic cone. According to my cousin Marcus, it was vintage. According to everyone at school, I looked like a construction work...
The sweat pooling in my palms had nothing to do with the ninety-degree heat or the fact that I'd been playing padel for forty-five minutes straight. No, it was definitely because L...
Maya adjusted her visor for the third time, sweat already prickling at her hairline. The padel court stretched before her like a stage, and Tyler—her crush since seventh grade—stoo...
The country club's social hierarchy operated like a pyramid I could never climb. At the base: regular kids like me with borrowed membership passes. At the peak: the Blakes—Chase an...
Maya transferred to Oakwood Academy three weeks into sophomore year with zero social capital and a backpack full of books. Her cousin Layla, a junior with perfectly curated Instagr...