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I was operating at like 15% battery. Junior year had me in full zombie mode — shuffling through hallways, responding in grunts, my soul basically departing my body somewhere around...
Maya's lungs burned as she hit the third mile, her cross-country practice blending into a blur of exhaustion and self-doubt. The drought had turned the creek bed to cracked earth, ...
I felt like a **zombie** walking into Harrison's party—three hours of sleep and a week's worth of AP Chem finals would do that to you. The music was already thumping through the fl...
Maya's phone buzzed with the group chat notification: **Costume Party @ Jake's — pyramid scheme theme??** "Great," she muttered, staring at her reflection. Her fox costume looked ...
The pool party at Tyler's house was supposed to be the event of the summer, but Maya stood on the deck feeling like she'd accidentally crashed someone else's life. The popular kids...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a shield. The annual end-of-school bash was in full swing, and she was three seconds from bailing. But then she saw him...
The Friday night pool party at Jessica's house was basically my social execution. I stood by the snack table, feeling like a total zombie—brain dead, limbs stiff, absolutely zero s...
The orange cross country jersey practically glowed against my pale skin—which was exactly the problem. 'You look like a traffic cone, Martinez,' Leo had snickered in third period, ...
The cable had been fraying for weeks, but of course it chose tryout day to finally give up the ghost. My phone sat at 4% battery—dead, done, no escape route. "You're still coming,...
The backyard buzzed with something between chaos and magic. Maya stood by the fence, clutching her towel like a lifeline, watching Tyler — Tyler with the stupid-perfect smile and e...
Maya's sphinx pin sat heavy on her denim jacket like a tiny, judgmental sentinel. She'd thrifted it last summer, back when she thought wearing ancient Egyptian merch would make her...
Maya's hair had been every color of the rainbow sophomore year, but the orange was different. It was the color of warning signs, of construction cones, of things that screamed LOOK...