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Maya's thumbs were basically married to her iPhone screen, scrolling through highlight reels of the Regional Padel Championships while her phone dinged with notifications from the ...
Maya's hands shook as she applied the electric blue hair dye in her bathroom mirror. Tonight was Rodriguez's pool party — the last blowout before junior year started — and she was ...
Marcus's dad had been **baseball** crazy since Little League. Every summer: glove in the mailbox, cleats by the door, the whole drill. But Marcus? He'd rather be literally anywhere...
The papaya sat on the picnic table like a radioactive grenade. Someone's mom had brought it—"exotic," "healthy," "definitely not weird at all." "Dude, are you actually gonna eat ...
Maya stared at the crumbled flier in her hand: "Student Talent Showcase - Friday at the Pyramid." The school gym, nicknamed the Pyramid after its weird angled ceiling, was where so...
The baseball cap sat pulled low on my forehead, practically swallowing my face. Perfect. If I couldn't see anyone, they couldn't see me either. "Dude, you gonna play or what?" Tyl...
Maya's mom practically shrieked when she saw the bathroom counter. Neon red hair dye splattered across the porcelain like a crime scene. "Maya Elena Torres, what have you DONE?" M...
My hair looked like someone had attacked it with a weed whacker. Mom's kitchen scissors" disaster, she'd called it. I called it social suicide. "You're being dramatic," Maya said,...
Maya's hands shook as she held the box of dye. SATURDAY NIGHT ORANGE, it promised, but her mom was gonna kill her. This wasn't just a little highlight situation — this was a full-b...
The chlorine smell hit Maya first—sharp, chemical, like the inside of her backpack when she forgot her wet swimsuit. Wednesday afternoon swim practice, same as always. She popped t...
Marcus's older brother said high school parties were legendary. Turns out legendary mostly means awkward teens standing around a bonfire pretending to be chill. I'd been crushing o...
The padel courts at Ridgeview Academy weren't just sports grounds—they were social territory, and I'd just wandered into enemy territory. I stood there with my borrowed racket, sw...