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The thing about **padel** is that it looks easy until you're standing on the court, holding a racquet that feels like it weighs exactly nothing, and the ball is coming at your face...
I was absolutely running late. Like, catastrophically, social-suicide late. "You're not seriously wearing your hair like that?" Maya had FaceTimed me ten minutes ago, squinting at...
Maya's hair fell flat, the neon orange dye she'd impulsively bought at CVS looking more safety cone than aesthetic. She tugged her beanie lower, standing outside Jake's house where...
Maya stood at the edge of the municipal pool, toes curling against the concrete. The mid-July heat wave had everyone desperate for anything that wasn't melting in their own bedroom...
The pool lights flickered blue against the concrete, turning Maya's backyard into something between a dream and a nightmare. I stood there in my one-piece, feeling exactly like tha...
Maya slumped against the scratchy wall of the gym, watching the lunchroom's social pyramid rise in three distinct tiers. At the apex sat the varsity jacket crew, laughing with that...
Maya's fingers shook as she swiped through her Instagram feed for the thousandth time, the smooth glass of her iPhone reflecting the panic in her eyes. Alex—Alex with the perfect s...
Maya's cousin called her Fox — always had, since they were little. She said Maya had this way of slipping into rooms unnoticed, all sleek movements and watchful eyes. Tonight, thou...
Maya's stomach did nervous backflips as she stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her towel like a lifeline. This was it—Jason's legendary end-of-summer blowout, and she was...
Maya's summer had been one long awkward pause until her cousin dragged her to that house party. "You need a glow-up, Maya. Literally," Dina had said, applying highlighter that mad...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool clutching her iphone like a lifeline, thumbing through notifications she'd already checked twelve times. The sophomore kickoff party raged around...
The invitation said 'pool party,' which should've been chill, but my stomach was doing full-on gymnastics. Sophomore year and I still hadn't cracked the social code at Northwood Hi...