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The neon pink padel racket felt ridiculous in my hands. Maya had insisted I join the summer league, saying it was 'literally the best way to meet people before sophomore year,' whi...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his **vitamin** D supplements like they were some kind of armor. Coach Rodriguez had insisted everyone take them after that epic sun...
Maya's iphone screen lit up with another notification from the group chat. 'U coming 2 Jade's party?' Her thumb hovered over the keyboard, typing and deleting three different respo...
Leo's baseball glove sat in the corner of his room, gathering dust like a secret he couldn't quite admit to himself yet. His dad had bought it last spring, certain that Leo would m...
Maya stared at the sphinx statue in her uncle's backyard, its stone eyes seeming to judge her very existence. The Egyptian-themed garden was, quite frankly, a lot. But Uncle Rico w...
Maya's mom slammed the orange prescription bottle on the kitchen counter. 'You need your vitamin D, honey. Dr. Patel said so.' Maya rolled her eyes so hard she thought she might se...
Maya's fingers shook as she gripped her iPhone, the screenshot of herself from lunch burning into her retinas. There it was, plain as day—a massive piece of spinach wedged between ...
Marcus stood at home plate, baseball cleats digging into the dirt while varsity jacket guys hollered from the bleachers. Tryouts. Again. His dad's voice echoed in his head: "You're...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his vitamin supplements like they were magic beans. Three weeks of clear skin hadn't prepared him for Jessica's graduation party. T...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her shorts—third time in five minutes—and tried to look chill at Tyler's pool party. Everyone was in the water, laughing and sp...
Maya's fingers traced the lines in her palm—supposedly her lifeline, though at sixteen it felt more like a maze. The beach bonfire party raged twenty yards away, but she'd parked h...
The purple streak in Maya's hair was supposed to be temporary. Just for the weekend. But three months later, it was still there, defying her mom's weekly sighs and her own growing ...