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I looked like a zombie. No joke—three hours of sleep because my cat decided 2 AM was the perfect time to practice her parkour skills across my face. Now here I stood at Tyler's mas...
The neon orange padel ball smacked against the glass wall, echoing my utter humiliation. I'd whiffed the shot completely — racket swinging at nothing but air. Behind me, Jake 'The ...
Maya stood on the pitcher's mound, heart hammering like a bass drop at a school dance. The baseball felt slick in her sweaty palms. Everyone expected her to crush it—her brother ha...
My hair was supposed to be sun-kissed caramel. Instead, thanks to a DIY box dye disaster, it looked like I'd stuck my head in a bowl of electric blue Kool-Aid. I was freaking out—P...
Leo's first day at the country club felt like walking into a reality show where everyone else had the script. His dad's new job came with perks, including this membership, but Leo ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sunset copper. Instead, it came out screaming fox orange — like, actual animal fur orange. She stared in the mirror, fighting back tears as her mom t...
Summer before sophomore year, I decided to learn padel because Lucas—the actual fox of our grade, all sly grins and clever eyes—played every Saturday at the rec center. My plan: ca...
The papaya sat on my dashboard like an illegal substance, which technically it was — stolen from Mrs. Henderson's prized tree. My best friend Leo held it like a grenade, juice alre...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had clearly defined levels. At the apex sat the varsity athletes and Instagram influencers, while the rest of us tumbled somewhere in the middl...
Maya flopped onto her bed, staring at the ceiling where glow-in-the-dark stars were peeling at the corners. Another Friday night, another DM left on read. The cable guy was suppose...
Maya pulled her baseball hat down lower, shielding eyes that felt gritty and bloodshot. Three hours of sleep before finals week would turn anyone into a functional zombie. At least...
The baseball cap pulled low over my eyes wasn't doing its job. Not really. I was still hyper-aware of Jordan watching from the bleachers, probably wondering why I kept choking on e...