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Maya's frizzy hair had a mind of its own, kind of like how everyone expected her to be this perfect tennis prodigy just because her older brother was. But padel? That was different...
Maya dragged herself into AP English feeling like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep, four energy drinks, and zero brain cells remaining. Finals week at Northwood High was basi...
6 AM swim practice turned me into a actual zombie. I'd drag myself to the pool, eyes half-closed, chlorine already ghosting in my nose before I even touched the water. Mom's soluti...
I spent my entire life underwater - not literally, but metaphorically. Being the quiet girl at Northwood High meant staying safely in my comfort zone, watching from the edges while...
Leo stood at the plate, baseball bat trembling in his hands like he was holding a live wire. Tryouts. Again. Third time's charm, they said, but Leo was pretty sure that was just so...
Max's reputation at Northwood High could be summarized in two words: spinach incident. Last semester, he'd accidentally launched a spoonful of the green mush across the cafeteria. ...
Maya's thumbs flew across her iPhone screen, doomscrolling through Instagram while pretending to lounge by the pool. Jenna's summer rager was supposed to be epic, but Maya felt lik...
The neon orange goggles burned in my hands like radioactive waste. Mom's idea of a back-to-school gift—"found them at the dollar store, honey, such a steal!"—felt more like a curse...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his swim trunks like they were a lifeline. The chlorine smell hit him first—that sharp, nose-stinging scent that screamed 'public po...
I'd been **running** from my feelings all semester—literally. Cross country practice was the only time my brain wasn't replaying that lunch moment where spinach decided to live ren...
I showed up to Tyler's end-of-summer bash wearing my lucky baseball cap backward, thinking I looked chill. Turns out, nothing says "I'm trying too hard" quite like a freshman weari...
Maya's summer wasn't supposed to be spent trailing her uncle on cable repair calls, but here she was, seventeen and officially the most uncool person in the tri-state area. The che...