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Leo stood at the edge of the padel court, watching the popular kids smash balls back and forth like they'd been born with racquets in their hands. His cousin had dragged him to thi...
The lightning flashed across the sky as I dragged myself to the padel court at 11 PM. My friend Chloe had insisted on this midnight practice session, saying it would help me get ou...
Maya pulled her baseball hat low, suddenly aware of how obvious she probably looked. The curved brim felt like a neon sign shouting "I'm definitely not a spy." She adjusted it for ...
Marcus's pool party was supposed to be legendary. That's what everyone said. But Maya stood by the snack table, clutching a plastic cup of orange soda, her heart racing like she'd ...
Maya's phone buzzed against her nightstand, the charging **cable** tangled like last week's anxiety. 3:47 AM. Someone was still awake in the group chat. "u up?" flashed across her...
Maya stood by the **cat** that had somehow slipped into Tyler's backyard, its orange tabby fur glowing against the concrete like a warning sign she should've heeded. She was fiftee...
The carnival goldfish lived exactly three days in my bedroom before floating belly-up. RIP Neptune, you were barely even a pet. "That's depressing," Chloe said, handing me a plast...
My iphone vibrated against my thigh — another DM from Skylar's group chat. I ignored it, focusing on my breathing instead. Two months ago, running meant nothing to me. Now it was t...
My hair looked like someone had attacked it with a lawnmower. Thanks, Mom's "friend" who cut hair out of her garage. I stood before the mirror, touching the jagged ends. Three inch...
Marcus stood at the plate, the baseball bat feeling like a foreign object in his hands. Coach Miller was yelling something from the dugout, but Marcus's mind was elsewhere—specific...
The campaign hat sat on my desk like a judgment. Dad's old fedora, complete with a sweat stain inside the band from his own student council run back in the Mesozoic Era. He'd sworn...
The first day of summer at Sierra Padel Club, I learned three things: one, I suck at padel. Two, the WiFi cable only works if you hold it at a precise forty-degree angle. Three, be...