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The padel court smelled like rubber and desperation. I stood there gripping the rental racket like my life depended on it, which it kind of did, because across the net stood Chloe—...
The summer we turned sixteen, everything changed. Maya and I had been best friends since kindergarten, but that July she got her first iPhone and suddenly I was handling group chat...
Maya's phone buzzed for the third time that minute. Another insta story from Jordyn—living her best life at the skate park, looking effortless. Meanwhile, Maya was functionally a z...
Maya's first day at Oak Creek High wasn't supposed to involve a fruit-based existential crisis, but there she was, staring at the lunch her mom packed—sliced papaya and fresh spina...
Maya stared at her reflection, debating whether the blue hair dye had been a mistake. It looked like she'd dunked her head in a pool of toxic sludge. "You look like a zombie that...
Maya stood at the padel court, gripping her racquet like it might save her from total social destruction. The orange netting shimmered in the afternoon sun, mocking her. She'd only...
Maya pressed her back against the rough brick wall of the community center, heart racing like she'd just finished three sets of padel instead of just watching them through the fenc...
Maya stared at the coaxial **cable** trailing across her bedroom floor, a lifeline to everything happening everywhere else. While her friends posted stories from Jake's party—the p...
Maya's pockets felt suspiciously light. She patted them down anyway, like maybe the laws of physics had changed in the last thirty seconds. "No. No, no, no." She spun around in th...
Marcus gripped his iPhone so hard his knuckles turned white. Another rejection from Sarah. The notification glowed mockingly: "Sorry, not looking for anything right now lol." Three...
Maya clutched the plastic bag with her carnival goldfish like it contained her last shred of dignity. Five bucks and three tosses later, she was the proud owner of a fish she didn'...
Maya stared at the text message on her cracked phone screen. It was Brianna, the undisputed queen of eighth grade, and she wanted Maya to join her "lip gloss pyramid." That's how i...