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My baseball cleats clicked against the concrete as I stepped up to the plate. Coach Miller's voice carried across the field—something about keeping my eye on the ball—but my mind w...
Maya pressed her forehead against the cool glass of the pool house door, watching the seniors glide through the water like they owned it. Which, technically, they kinda did — this ...
I took the vitamin supplement with a desperate gulp of water, trying to calm my nerves before the party. Tonight was the night I'd finally talk to Maya – the girl who'd been sittin...
Maya pulled the stained fedora down lower. Third party tonight, and still nobody had noticed her. "You gonna talk to him, or just keep running to the bathroom every time he looks ...
The padel court at the rec center was basically social Siberia until you proved you belonged. Maya stood at the fence, clutching her borrowed racquet like a lifeline, watching Etha...
The bass from inside rattled the porch railing as Maya texted her best friend: *come rescue me this party sucks ass*. She'd been at Tyler's house for exactly twenty-three minutes a...
Leo's first day at Northwood High felt like walking into a sphinx's lair—everyone stared, but nobody spoke. The lunchroom was a maze of social hierarchies he couldn't decode. He cl...
The bathroom mirror showed a stranger. My hair—previously boring brown and definitely not-sixteen-year-old-me—now blazed fox orange. Three boxes of dye, one YouTube tutorial, and z...
Maya stood outside the padel court, clutching her phone like a lifeline. Two weeks into sophomore year at Northwood High, and she'd somehow managed to become a permanent fixture of...
Maya's older sister Chloe had dragged her to this escape room place because apparently that's what cool college freshmen did on Friday nights. Maya, a freshman in high school who'd...
Maya's palms were literally dripping as she stood at the edge of Jake's backyard pool party. Like, actually dripping. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecting that "effortless bea...
The invitation said pool party at Tessa's place, which basically meant prepare to feel inadequate in three different ways. I showed up wearing board shorts from Target while everyo...