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The baseball sat heavy in my glove like a stone I couldn't throw. Another strikeout, another chorus of disappointed sighs from the dugout. My dad's voice echoed in my head: "You go...
Marcus stood in front of his mirror, hands shaking slightly. The orange cable-knit sweater his grandma had made him hung loose around his frame—exactly the kind of thing that would...
The carnival goldfish swam in circles in its plastic bag, mocking me with its simple existence. I'd won it throwing ping-pong balls into fishbowls—something that apparently impress...
Maya's legs burned as she kept running, each step pounding against the rubber track. Coach Benson's whistle had faded five minutes ago, but she couldn't stop. Not yet. Not when her...
Maya smoothed down her frizzy **hair** for the thousandth time, already regretting the DIY trim she'd given herself two nights ago. The backyard party was in full swing, and she'd ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I watched Chloe by the pool edge, laughing with the new squad like they'd been besties since kindergarten. Meanwhile, I'm stuck holding her towel like...
Maya's palms were sweating—like, actually dripping—and she wiped them on her denim shorts for the third time. House parties weren't really her vibe, but Chloe had promised it would...
Maya's new neighbor was definitely up to something sketchy. She'd seen him through her bedroom window at 2 AM—black hoodie, pacing his backyard, talking into what looked like a wal...
The orange padel ball bounced against the court wall with a rhythm that matched my racing heart. I was new to the club, new to the sport, and basically new to existing confidently ...
Maya's summer job at the Maplewood Community Center wasn't exactly the glamorous Instagram content she'd envisioned. While her friends were posting beach sunset pics with captions ...
Maya's thumb hovered over the post button for the third time that night. Her iPhone screen glowed in the darkness of her room, illuminating the carefully curated version of herself...
The invite had come two days ago via DM: 'Padel saturday? u should come, it's chill.' From Jordan. The Jordan whose hair somehow looked perfect even after PE. The Jordan I'd been s...