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Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her heart doing that annoying fluttery thing it always did when she was the new kid. Again. Third school in two years. She gripped the re...
Riley wasn't supposed to be at Jordan's house that Friday night. Not after their team got absolutely destroyed in the qualifier match. But here she was, controller in hand, surroun...
Maya felt like a zombie. First week of July and she'd already spent three days dead-asleep on her couch, recovering from sophomore year's final exam marathon. Her phone buzzed — an...
The chlorine clung to my skin like a second, unwanted layer. Fourth swim practice of the week, and I was barely keeping it together. Coach Martinez had us doing interval sprints un...
The social pyramid at Ridgewood High wasn't built with stone—it was constructed with AP classes, varsity jackets, and who sat at which lunch table. Maya had spent three years tryin...
Maya's orange backpack thumped against her spine as she navigated the crowded museum hallway, feeling like the biggest loser on earth. Her so-called friend had ditched her five min...
Maya's first day at Northwood High, and she was already regretting everything. The bucket hat pulled low over her face wasn't helping—she'd seen the TikToks, she knew bucket hats w...
The baseball field stretched before me like a stage I never asked to perform on. Third generation. That's what everyone kept saying. My grandpa played shortstop. My dad pitched a n...
Marcus hated running, which was unfortunate since track was basically his entire identity now. Not because he loved it — because Maya did. She'd convinced him to join back in Sept...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could practically water plants with them. She'd been hiding behind the gym's punch bowl for twenty minutes, feeling like a total loser while ...
Maya stared at the social pyramid that was the Ridgewood Pool locker room. At the top: Tiffany and her squad, already bronzed from spring break trips to Cabo. Then the middle tier—...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway like a zombie, three hours of sleep and approximately zero percent brain function. The invite to Jake's pool party had been burning a hole ...