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I was scrolling TikTok at 3 AM, feeling like a zombie from three nights of questionable sleep patterns. My hair was doing that thing where it looked somehow both greasy and frizzy ...
My hair was basically a sentient being. It had opinions, mostly wrong ones, like that morning it decided to spike up in twelve different directions right before Skylar's party. I'm...
Maya's stomach did cartwheels as she stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching her towel like a lifeline. Everyone else was already in the water, laughing and splashing like t...
Maya felt like a zombie for real. Finals week had turned her brain into mush, and she was basically sleepwalking through life. Her cat, Luna, wasn't helping - consistently knocking...
Maya's iPhone dinged for the third time in class. Instinctively, she reached for it, but Mrs. Chen was already giving her the look. You know the one. The "I see you trying to be sn...
Maya shuffled into fourth period feeling like a zombie—three hours of sleep will do that to you. The fluorescent lights hummed, matching the buzz in her skull. Sophomore year was s...
The social pyramid at Northwood High had Lila at the apex—cheer captain, straight-A's, the kind of effortless cool that made everyone else feel like they were faking it. I used to ...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Running was supposed to be her escape—the one place where overthinking didn't exist. But today, even...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. The Flint **Vitamin** Water commercial had been playing on loop in her head for three days—her first real audition, and she was choking. "You g...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Another Insta story from Jordan's party that she wasn't at. Again. "You good?" Liam asked, tossing a baseball toward her. ...
Mateo's palms were sweating. Again. He wiped them on his shorts, leaving dark streaks on the fabric, but it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered was that Luna was walking to...
Maya's iPhone lit up at 2 AM, another ghost notification. Someone was viewing her Snapchat story again and again — the one where she'd accidentally posted herself looking tragic af...