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I was definitely operating on zombie mode. Two consecutive nights of grinding till 3 AM will do that to you. My phone buzzed – Maya's fifth text in twenty minutes. 'U coming or wh...
Leo tugged his baseball cap lower, praying the brim would somehow make him invisible. Sixteen and still the new kid, he'd become a master at fading into lockers and cafeteria corne...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Running was the only thing that made sense lately—the rhythmic thud of her sneakers against rubber, ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The water glittered with that perfect afternoon sparkle, but inside? She was dying. Because of a spinach smo...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own, and today it was screaming for attention. Frizzy, wild, totally unmanageable—just like her social life at Northwood Prep. "You coming to padel c...
The pool party was already lit when Maya arrived, chlorine and cheap perfume hanging heavy in the August heat. Her phone buzzed in her pocket — probably her mom asking about the go...
Maya stood frozen at the edge of the court, clutching her paddle like it might suddenly develop magical powers that would make her not suck at sports. Which, obviously, it wouldn't...
The water in the country club pool shimmered like liquid diamonds, but Maya couldn't enjoy it. Not with the padel court nearby, where the popular kids ruled like royalty. "Earth ...
The cable had been flickering all afternoon, pixelating everyone's faces into glitched monsters at Maya's end-of-school blowout. Not that anyone noticed. Too busy pretending to be ...
The baseball diamond had been my whole life since freshman year. Shortstop. Captain. The guy who could turn a double play like nobody's business. But one awkward slide into second ...
Marcus adjusted his nametag for the third time, trying to look casual at the CIT orientation meeting. Counselor-in-Training. Sounded official. Important. Not like the kid who once ...
The orange juice sat untouched on the bench beside me, condensation pooling like my nervous sweat. Tryouts. Again. Eighth time I'd put myself through this, and somehow I still beli...