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The ball hit the wall with a satisfying thwack, ricocheting back at me. I swung my padel racket, missed entirely, and tripped over my own feet. "Dude, are you okay?" Maya asked fr...
Maya dragged herself through the cafeteria line, feeling like a total zombie after staying up until 3AM doomscrolling through her ex's Instagram. Third day of summer camp and she w...
The pool water shimmered like liquid diamonds, but I was too busy dying inside to appreciate it. I'd attempted to dye my hair platinum blonde last night—big mistake—and now it look...
Leo's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his jeans for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the denim. "You good, bro?" Marcus whispered beside him. "You look like y...
Maya's first day at The Blend Station started with a spinach disaster. She'd managed to get the leafy greens everywhere—on her apron, in her hair, somehow even on her phone. Behind...
I started running because it was better than sitting at dinner while my mom and stepdad argued about credit card bills. Again. Every evening at 6:45 PM, I'd lace up my beat-up Nik...
The pool party at Jake's house was supposed to be my big moment. You know, the one where I finally stopped being the quiet girl who sat in the corner reading while everyone else pl...
Maya stood at the edge of Chloe's backyard pool party in her old tankini, clutching her phone like a lifeline. The popular kids were already swimming—laughing, doing cannonballs, e...
Marcus floated in the pool, chlorine stinging his eyes, watching the party unfold above the surface like some distorted underwater dream. His phone rested on the patio table, scree...
Maya stared at her reflection, the green hair dye still vivid from last night's rebellion. Her mom would freak, obviously, but sophomore year was about reinvention. About climbing ...
Marcus's backpack felt heavier than usual as he trudged toward the baseball field. Not because of his cleats or glove, but because of the stuffed bear tucked secretly in the side p...
I'm basically a goldfish at this party — three-second memory span, constantly forgetting why I even came, swimming in circles around the same groups of people who don't notice me e...