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Maya hated the way her mom's multivitamin taste lingered on her tongue—like artificial oranges and betrayal. She spat the green gummy into the pool's trash can, adjusting her lifeg...
I never asked to be the AV club's unofficial spy, but here I was, wedged behind the bleachers during third period, watching through a conveniently tiny gap as the elite of Summit H...
The papaya sat on the concession stand counter like an alien artifact—this weird, oblong thing I'd never seen in my suburban life. I was twelve, newly thirteen, and suddenly everyt...
First day at the country club and I was already vibrating at a frequency that could shatter glass. Mom said joining the padel league would be "good for making friends," but all I'd...
Maya stared into her bathroom mirror, phone propped against the toothpaste holder. Her mom's health kick meant dinner had been—she shuddered—sautéed spinach and papaya smoothie. Wh...
The fluorescent classroom lights buzzed like an angry hornet trapped inside my skull. I'd been running on three hours of sleep and caffeine, basically a certified zombie at this po...
Marcus stood at the plate, the aluminum bat feeling heavy in his hands like it always did when Jason Miller was pitching. Jason, the varsity ace who'd already committed to LSU. Jas...
Maya pulled her baseball cap down lower, hoping the brim would hide the fact she was definitely not supposed to be here. Behind the chain-link fence of the country club's padel cou...
Maya pressed her back against the cold tiles of the gymnasium wall, watching the popular crowd like a total spy. They were perched at the top of the social pyramid—cheerleaders in ...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own. Just like her, it refused to be tamed—especially not on the most important day of freshman year. The regional padel championship finals, and her ...
The pressure was worse than the humidity. I stood at home plate, sweat dripping down my back, knowing every single person at **baseball** practice was watching. Being the only girl...
I'd been moving through sophomore year like a zombie - eyes half-open, brain stuck in loop mode, existing but not exactly living. My phone was my life support, my social media feed...