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The problem wasn't that I couldn't play padel. The problem was that I couldn't play padel while making it look effortless, like Maya and her squad somehow did naturally. I stood a...
Maya's hair had declared war. Somewhere between waking up and arriving at the regional padel championships, her curls had morphed into something resembling a electrocuted poodle. S...
My palms were sweating like crazy, which was basically a neon sign screaming I'm about to humiliate myself. Standing by the pool at Tyler's end-of-summer party, I watched Maya laug...
Maya's palm pressed against the glass, leaving a foggy print on the fishbowl. The goldfish—Captain Fin, she'd named him in third grade—stared back with what looked like judgment. ...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme, and I was stuck at the bottom paying in popularity I didn't have. Until Chase Morrison invited me to padel. ...
Maya pressed her back against the peeling paint of Mr. Henderson's front porch, phone clutched in her sweating hand like contraband. This was stupid. She was basically a cat burgla...
Maya dragged herself into third period AP English feeling like a certified zombie. Three hours of sleep would do that to a person. Finals week at Northwood High had transformed the...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in the mouse-brown hair that had been boring her entire life. Friday night. Two days before Hamilton High's first home game, where s...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her iPhone like a lifeline. The screen showed seventeen unread notifications from the group chat where everyone was hyping up Tyler's e...
Maya earned her nickname freshman year, when Mr. Henderson paused drama class to announce that the new girl was a sphinx—mysterious, silent, watching everything like she knew secre...
My hair looked like a catastrophe. Like, actually the worst thing that had ever happened to anyone ever. "You look fine, Maya," Chloe said, but her eyes said something different. ...
I wasn't supposed to be at Jasmine's pool party. That was the first problem. The second problem was that I was hiding behind the shed in my swim trunks, holding my phone like an id...