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Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, apocalyptic kind from movies—the boring kind. The kind that existed on three hours of sleep and too much iced coffee, shuffling through AP su...
Maya's mom had gone full wellness-culture guru over the summer, which meant the kitchen counter was basically a vitamin shop explosion. "Take these with breakfast," she'd say, slid...
Charlie's plastic baseball trophy sat on his dresser like a middle finger to everything else he'd ever tried. Three weeks into freshman year, his old crew had already moved on with...
Maya's hair refused to cooperate. She'd spent forty-five minutes trying to perfect those beachy waves she'd seen on TikTok, but now she looked like she'd stuck her finger in an ele...
My hair decided to betray me the morning of the Championship Padel Tournament. Three hours before my first match against Eastside, I woke up to a frizzy disaster that looked like I...
Marcus's hat had seen better days. The brim was frayed, the sweatband stained, and the Panthers logo was peeling like bad sunburn. But it was his armor. Without it, he felt naked, ...
The lightning crackled across the sky, illuminating the cracked pavement of the school parking lot. Maya adjusted her beanie, pulling it lower over her ears like a protective shiel...
Maya leaned against the chain-link fence, heart hammering like she'd been sprinting instead of just watching from the sidelines. Baseball practice at Northwood High meant Jake Torr...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, nudged her hand with that wet, insistent nose he always used when she was overthinking. Which was constantly lately. "She's not ghosting you, Maya...
Max stared at the tangle of **cable** behind his TV, twenty different wires snaking like a digital hydra. His dad had been showing him how to terminate the ends all summer—"a usefu...
Maya wiped her sweaty **palm** on her denim shorts for the third time. The backyard pool party was in full swing—kids cannonballing, Spotify playlist bumping, and somewhere, the ne...
Summer before sophomore year, I decided to reinvent myself. Step one: join the country club padel league even though I'd never picked up a racquet. Step two: stop being the quiet k...