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I walked into sophomore year feeling like a straight-up zombie. Same hallways, same people, same exhausted everything. My brain was stuck on an endless loop of wake up, school, hom...
Marcus stood at the plate, cleats digging into the dirt, feeling like a total zombie. Third night in a row studying for AP Chem until 2 AM, and now Coach Davis expected him to crus...
I'd perfected the art of the casual glance. You know the one — head tilted, phone in hand, eyes scanning the cafeteria like I was just checking notifications while secretly observi...
Maya stared at the cafeteria tray, the spinach looking suspiciously like something that had already been eaten. This was what her life had become—sitting alone while her ex-best-fr...
5 AM practices turned me into a certified zombie. I'd roll out of bed, eyes crusted shut, brain foggy enough that I once put my phone in the fridge. But swim team was my thing — or...
Maya's hair had a mind of its own that morning—half frizzy halo, half disastrous declaration of war against humidity. She tugged at her ponytail for the tenth time, nerves buzzing ...
I stood by the snack table, nursing warm orange soda from a red plastic cup, feeling like a total zombie. My brain had entered survival mode the second I walked into Jordan's basem...
Leo's vintage fedora sat crooked on his head—a deliberate statement that screamed "I'm not like everyone else at Riverside High." The hat had cost him thirty dollars at a thrift st...
Maya's phone was at 3% and dying faster than her social life. She clutched the iphone like a lifeline, thumb swiping through feeds she'd already checked twelve times because the al...
I stopped being a person three weeks after the breakup, when I caught myself staring at a wall for twenty minutes straight. Not even a good wall. Just drywall with a weird stain th...
Maya's hair had been purple for exactly three days when she found herself pressed against Tyler's locker, his palm brushing hers as they both reached for the same chemistry textboo...
Jordan's summer was supposed to be perfect. Country club membership, new contacts, and finally learning padel because apparently that's what cool freshmen did instead of literally ...