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Jordan's legs burned as they rounded third base, lungs screaming in the March chill. Not that they were actually playing baseball—no, this was PE class ultimate capture-the-flag di...
My first day at pre-season training, Coach Harrison announced we'd be learning padel. "It's like tennis but cooler," he said, which definitely wasn't true considering I'd been play...
My hair was doing that thing again—the thing where it looked like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket. I smoothed it down for the thousandth time, but no luck. The humidity...
Maya pulled the beanie **hat** down to her eyebrows, checking her reflection in the school bathroom mirror. It was her armor—her way of disappearing when the cafeteria got too loud...
Maya's mom was going through her 'wellness era' phase, which meant the kitchen counter had become a graveyard of powders, tinctures, and a blender that sounded like a jet engine ta...
Maya's been running from herself since eighth grade, literally. Track team, cross country, anything to keep moving so the feelings couldn't catch up. But tonight, at Jessica's hous...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid like it was a tactical map she'd memorized but couldn't navigate. Top tier: the varsity jacket crew. Bottom: everyone else. She'd been...
The vitamin gummies sat on my nightstand like tiny orange accusations, their supposed life-changing powers still unused after two weeks. Mom swore they'd help with "adolescence ove...
The gummy vitamin sat on my tongue like a lie I was telling myself. Vitamin D for mood support, the bottle promised. More like vitamin cope. "You're not gonna take it?" Maya aske...
Maya's hat was everything. A vintage dad cap she'd thrifted with her best friend Riley before everything went sideways, before Riley moved to Seattle and left Maya behind in their ...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers touching the frizzy halo she'd spent forty-five minutes flat-ironing into submission. Sixth period PE would undo all of it. Again. "Your hai...
Maya's **iphone** buzzed for the third time in two minutes. Chloe was blowing up her group chat, and honestly? Maya wasn't ready to deal with whatever drama had unfolded since thir...