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The water was perfect—crystal clear, that ideal pool temperature that hits different after finals week. I was floating on my back, staring at the cloudless sky, when my phone buzze...
I stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching my racket like it might save me from falling into the abyss of social embarrassment. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, illum...
Maya's chocolate Lab, Buster, sat panting beside the padel court as she gripped her racquet. The new sport was trending hard at Northwood High, and she needed to level up her game ...
Leo adjusted his swim cap, hands trembling. Three weeks ago he'd been the new kid, invisible in the hallway pyramid of Roosevelt High — varsity athletes at the apex, band kids some...
I sat on the edge of Maya's bathtub, desperately texting Leo because the party downstairs was giving me major anxiety. My thumbs flew across the screen as I typed, "this is awkward...
Maya Chen's life had become a carefully curated performance. Her locker was filled with vitamin supplements she'd seen on TikTok, even though she couldn't swallow pills without gag...
The papaya sat on my counter like an alien artifact, mocking my attempt at sophistication. I'd bought it because Tyler posted about them on his Instagram story—just a casual "this ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already in—Jake doing cannonballs off the diving board, Chloe floating on an inflatable f...
I stood at the edge of the padel court, clutching my racket like it might somehow make me invisible. Three weeks at Westwood Academy and I was still the new girl, still trying to d...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the corner, her sneakers slapping against the cracked pavement. Running from her problems wasn't exactly a coping strategy her therapist would rec...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her third lap of cooldown runs. Coach Reynolds called it 'mental vitamin'—that post-practice clarity where everything else faded. Yeah,...
Bubbles floated at the top of his bowl again. Not a good sign. 'He's just a fish,' Maya said from where she sprawled across my beanbag, scrolling through her phone. 'Get over it.'...