Summer of Curveballs
The summer before freshman year, my life was a mess. I'd made the JV baseball team as a backup catcher—mostly because the coach was my neighbor and felt bad about my dad leaving. M...
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The summer before freshman year, my life was a mess. I'd made the JV baseball team as a backup catcher—mostly because the coach was my neighbor and felt bad about my dad leaving. M...
Maya's first mistake was letting Jenny talk her into being the school mascot. Her second mistake was thinking she could pull off the bear head without her forehead sweating through...
Maya stared at her iPhone screen, thumb hovering over the post button. Another day, another carefully curated wellness aesthetic. #ThatGirl vibes were exhausting. "You're not actu...
Maya pressed her phone against her thigh, heart hammering. From her spot on the swimming pool bleachers, she had the perfect view of the outdoor courts beyond the fence. That's whe...
The bathroom mirror showed exactly what I'd expected: my hair looked like a traffic cone. Three bottles of Fiery Sunset dye, and somehow I'd ended up looking more like a kitchen ac...
Leo stared at the goldfish bowl on his nightstand. Fin-Spangled Banner (fine, he was fifteen when he named him, okay?) swam in endless circles, probably plotting his escape from th...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, chlorine stinging his nose. Three weeks until baseball tryouts, and he still couldn't swim. The coach had made it clear: everyone on the team ...
Maya stared at her reflection, bleaching the same piece of hair for the third time this month. The bathroom mirror showed exactly what she felt: exhausted. Practically a walking zo...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track for the third lap, headphones blasting. Running wasn't just exercise—it was escape. From her parents' divorce drama. From the group chat...
Leo's palms were sweating, and not just because he was up to bat with bases loaded in the bottom of the seventh. The varsity baseball team was watching. Coach Miller was watching. ...
Maya had mastered the art of invisibility. She moved through sophomore year like a ghost, her playlist of nostalgic zombie movies her only escape from the relentless noise of high ...
Maya's phone buzzed with another text from Sophie: "Where r u??? Everyone's asking about u." Maya groaned and flopped onto her bed. The party—that ridiculously Instagram-worthy po...