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Pyramid Scheme on Court Three

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Maya stood at the baseline of the padel court, her borrowed racquet feeling alien in her grip. The popular kids—Chloe, Ethan, and their perfectly curated entourage—had invited her. HER. The girl who ate lunch in the library and whose wardrobe consisted entirely of oversized hoodies.

"You've got this, Maya!" Chloe called from across the court. Her smile was blinding, terrifying. Like she actually cared.

The ball came at Maya. She swung and missed completely.

"No worries, everyone starts somewhere," Ethan said. But something in his voice made Maya's stomach twist. This wasn't friendship. This was RECRUITMENT.

Later, as they sprawled on the clubhouse patio with ridiculously expensive smoothies, Chloe pulled out her phone. "So, have you heard about this amazing opportunity?" She swiped through pyramid-shaped charts and promise of "financial freedom" and "being your own boss." It was that protein powder MLM that had been sweeping the school—everyone from the soccer team to the drama geeks was suddenly shilling those neon canisters.

The social pyramid at Northwood High was real, literal now. Top tier: the recruiters. Bottom: everyone else.

Outside, lightning forked across the sky. The storm had been threatening all afternoon.

"My ride's here," Maya said, grabbing her backpack.

"But we haven't even—" Chloe's mask slipped. Just for a second. "You're missing out on something HUGE."

"Yeah," Maya said. "I think I am."

She walked out into the rain, letting it soak through her hoodie. Her phone buzzed—Chloe, probably with another "opportunity." But another message popped up too, from Ram, the quiet guy from her AP Bio class who'd been watching her struggle through padel from the sidelines.

"Library tomorrow?", it read. "I saw you eyeing that new sci-fi collection."

Maya grinned, the lightning flashing around her. The social pyramid could keep its neon protein powder. She'd rather be at the bottom with people who didn't play games.

"Library," she typed back. "And bring your A game. I'm finally finishing that series."

The storm broke overhead, and Maya didn't even run.