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Marcus's golden retriever, Buster, had the worst timing ever. Like, literally ever. Just as I'm about to text Emily—the gorgeous junior who'd actually looked at me twice during fou...
I'm standing at the padel court wearing my older sister's borrowed racket, feeling like a total fraud. The summer social everyone's been hyping on Insta, and here I am about to emb...
Maya pressed herself against the scratched locker door, holding her breath like she was underwater, which honestly felt less suffocating than seventh period. Three feet away, Jorda...
My parents signed me up for padel lessons because apparently, "normal kids play sports." Whatever that means. I'm the girl who reads manga during lunch, the one whose idea of exerc...
The neon ORANGE sign buzzed overhead, casting that familiar sickly glow on everything inside the convenience store. I slid behind the counter, five minutes late AGAIN, praying my d...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like trying to solve a sphinx's riddle without knowing the rules. The social hierarchy remained cryptic, its secrets guarded by girls with ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers trembling as they touched the newly-dyed orange locks that fell past her shoulders. Three boxes of dye, one YouTube tu...
Marcus stood at the edge of the **padel** court, clutching his racquet like it was a foreign object he'd never actually used before. The July heat made everything shimmer, includin...
Maya's dad was literally the cable guy, which meant her family's WiFi went out more often than her grandma's cat. But tonight, the 16-year-old had bigger problems than buffering Ne...
Marcus stood in center field, sweat making his jersey cling like a second skin. Another baseball practice, another afternoon of perfecting the swing that everyone expected from him...
The social hierarchy at Northwood High operated like a pyramid scheme nobody asked for. At the apex sat Chase and his squad, their Padel Club memberships status symbols of unattain...
Maya's phone was at 4%. The universal panic signal. "Does anyone have a charger? Like, actually have one?" she called out over the bass thrumming through Jake's basement. The hous...