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The fluorescent orange jersey felt like a second skin—uncomfortable, somehow both too tight and too loose, like fourteenth year itself. Jake stood at the edge of the padel court, g...
Maya hated running — mostly because her cardio endurance was basically non-existent, but also because Coach Martinez made the cross-country team practice at the actual crack of daw...
Maya moved through sophomore year like a zombie — not the cool Netflix kind, but the actual barely-conscious, finals-week horror show. Her golden retriever Luna was literally the o...
Maya's palms were sweating. Literally. She stared at her hands, wondering if the other lifeguards could see the moisture glistening as she gripped her whistle. "You good, M?" Marc...
I wasn't supposed to be at Camp Wakonda. My parents signed me up for "summer enrichment" which was basically code for "your social skills need work." The first week, I accidentally...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, nervously adjusting her swim cap. Her curly hair, usually her crowning glory, was smashed tight against her scalp. The first d...
I was definitely not supposed to be here. The padel courts at the Riverside Club shimmered under amber floodlights, and somehow I'd talked myself into showing up for Friday night ...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop sweating. She wiped her palms on her jeans for the third time, leaving dark streaks on the denim, and checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror one m...
Maya's hair was the kind of orange that made people whisper. Carrot. Traffic cone. Flashy. She'd spent middle school trying to hide it under beanies and hoodies, but freshman year ...
I was literally a zombie. Third day of finals week, and my brain had officially left the chat. When Maya texted "padel tonight???" I almost said no. Almost. "Come on!" she'd texte...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, clutching the vitamin D supplement her mom swore would help with her "seasonal mood issues." Yeah, right. The only thing affecting her m...
Maya stared at the cafeteria's social pyramid, the invisible hierarchy that dictated who sat where, who mattered, and who didn't. At the apex: the varsity jacket crew, laughing at ...