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Maya's knees were literally shaking. First day at the new rec center, and everyone already looked like they belonged in a Nike commercial. She clutched her padel racket like a life...
Marcus stood on the pitcher's mound, cleats digging into the dirt, while the baseball felt like a grenade in his sweating palm. Seventh period PE was basically a social experiment ...
Maya was officially operating on zombie mode. Three consecutive nights of binge-watching The Last of Us will do that to you. She dragged herself through the school hallway, feeling...
Maya stood at the bottom of the social pyramid at Northwood High, watching as the popular kids ruled from the top like they owned the place. When Chloe, the queen bee herself, star...
Maya's summer sucked. Her parents had forced her to get a job at the community pool, which meant her entire July was going to smell like chlorine and sunscreen. The social pyramid ...
I swear, being the new kid is like walking around with a target on your back. I pulled my vintage trucker hat lower over my eyes, using the brim as a shield against the hallway int...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be mid, honestly. But here I was, clutching my ***vitamin*** D supplement like it was some kind of emotional support object, watchin...
Maya was basically a professional **spy** at this point. Third period lunch, her usual spot against the pillar near the cafeteria entrance, strategically positioned to watch the **...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was a physics problem she couldn't solve. At the top sat the padel team — because apparently tennis was too basic for Maplewoo...
Maya gripped the **padel** racquet like her life depended on it, which honestly, felt like the case when Connor—the hottest guy at Sunset Beach Resort—was watching from the fence. ...
The school mascot costume smelled like three years of sophomore sweat and desperation. "You're doing it, Marcus," said Jenna, slapping a fuzzy paw onto my shoulder. "Welcome to t...
Leo's shoulder had been throbbing since preseason, but admitting it meant accepting his baseball dreams were basically cooked. So instead of telling Coach, he spent fifth period st...