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Marcus was basically a professional wallflower. Which was hilarious, considering he looked like he could bull his way through anything – six feet of linebacker build that made teac...
The Friday night lights were blinding, or maybe that was just my exhaustion talking. I'd been running on two hours of sleep and three energy drinks, basically a functional zombie a...
Maya burst into my room with scissors in one hand and a box of midnight blue hair dye in the other. Her eyes were wild, like she'd just run three miles uphill. "I'm doing it. Toni...
The hat was a mistake. A neon yellow bucket hat that screamed 'I'm trying too hard.' I stood at the padel court entrance, sweating through my tournament t-shirt, palms slick agains...
Maya's sophomore year was supposed to be her glow-up era, but so far it was mostly just awkward pauses in the cafeteria. She sat picking at the fruit salad her mom packed—chunks of...
The palm tree swayed in the breeze, casting shadows across Mikayla's backyard where the end-of-summer party raged on. Maya clutched her red Solo cup, eyes darting around for somewh...
The cafeteria at North High was basically a social minefield, and today I was walking right through it with what looked like a swamp-green sludge in my hand. Great. "Yo Marcus, wh...
Mateo's palms were sweating through his grip on the padel racket as Maya served across the net. The ball thunked against the back wall, ricocheting wild. "Dude, you're overthinkin...
The pool shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach felt like it was doing backflips. She clutched her vitamin C tablet — her mom swore it helped with st...
Maya's hair was supposed to be electric blue. Instead, it looked like a highlighter exploded on her head during a chemistry lab accident. "You look ... intense," said Chloe, barel...
The backward snapback was my armor. Wore it low, shadow over my eyes, mystery over everything else. First day at Northwood High and I was already sweating through my limited editio...
Marcus stood at the edge of the court, clutching a borrowed padel racquet like it might detonate. The country club his parents had joined felt like another planet—one where everyon...