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The baseball bat felt heavy in my hands, like it was made of lead instead of aluminum. Sixth inning. Two outs. Bases loaded. And guess who's up to bat? That would be me, Maya Rodri...
I had three inches of hair dyed electric blue at the ends, and Maya thought it was the coolest thing ever. She spent months convincing me to teach her how to swim, even though the ...
Leo's life was officially a bear. Two weeks into sophomore year and he'd already become That Kid Who Dropped His Tray in the Cafeteria. The video had like, four hundred views on Ti...
Marcus crouched behind the oak tree in the Johnsons' backyard, phone clutched in his hand like a weapon. His mom had literally sent him on this spy mission—well, she'd called it "k...
My mom's new obsession with **padel** was literally ruining my life. Apparently, all the cool kids in Barcelona were playing it, which meant I—Maya, fifteen and tragically uncoordi...
Jake pulled his baseball cap low, trying to disappear into the bleachers. This was stupid—coming to the game alone, pretending he was part of the crowd when everyone else was in th...
Marcus stood in front of the mirror, turning his head side to side. The cowboy hat sat on his curls like a confused bird perched on the wrong branch. His sister's TikTok was alread...
Maya's legs shook as she stood at the edge of the diving board, twelve feet above the water. Below her, the entire sophomore class lounged around the pool—some tanning, some flirti...
The community pool on a Tuesday afternoon — basically social suicide. But Maya needed the hours for her lifeguard certification, and her cousin Jamar wouldn't stop dragging her to ...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time, staring at the group of juniors by the bleachers. Jordan was there, laughing at something ...
Maya's **hair** refused to cooperate, frizzing like it had a personal vendetta against her social life. She yanked a beanie **hat** low over her forehead—any lower and she'd look l...
Leo pulled the brim of his baseball cap lower, checking his reflection in the hallway mirror. Underneath that hat? A disaster. An absolute train wreck of bright orange hair—like, t...