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Maya stood at the edge of the pool, whistle dangling from her neck like a lifeline. Her first day as a lifeguard, and already her stomach was doing backflips. The older kids from t...
Marcus gripped the padel racket like it was a lifeline. His palms sweat through the grip. "Bro, you gotta hit it harder," Ty said, already the unofficial captain of their friend g...
The swim tryouts were happening, and Maya still hadn't mastered the butterfly stroke. She stood at the pool's edge, her legs trembling like she'd mainlined five Red Bulls. Which, h...
The baseball cap was supposed to be my disguise. A drooping brim pulled low, mysterious and cool — or at least that's what I told myself when I stole it from my brother's room. I w...
Maya's iphone lay on the pool deck, glowing with notifications she couldn't bring herself to check. The sophomore pool party raged around her—laughter, splashing, the bass of some ...
I walked into third period feeling like a literal zombie. Finals week had turned my brain into mush, and I was surviving on vitamin gummies and pure spite. My hair was a mess, my e...
Maya stared at the text from Jordan, the senior who somehow made calculus look like a sport. 'Meet me after school? Important.' Her stomach did that thing — like she'd swallowed a ...
Maya felt like a total spy, lurking behind the concession stand at Fox's baseball practice. Three weeks of watching him from a distance, and she still hadn't managed to say one act...
The baseball diamond stretched before me like a stage I never asked to perform on. Dad's voice echoed in my head: "You're a natural, Leo! College scouts, baby!" But the truth was, ...
Maya stared at her reflection. The box dye promised 'sunset orange' but her hair looked more like a traffic cone that had seen better days. Her mom was gonna lose it, but honestly?...
The high school **pyramid** scheme became crystal clear on my first day: jocks at the top, band kids in the middle, and everyone else scrambling for the scraps beneath. I'd landed ...
I was sprawled on my bed doom-scrolling when my phone lit up with Maya's text: "Come over. Emergency." I grabbed my bike and pedaled like my life depended on it, because Maya's e...