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I never thought I'd be the type to hide a fox in my backpack, but here we are. It started when Mia—my best friend since seventh grade—decided we were "growing apart." Her words, n...
Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, Netflix kind – the actual, barely functioning kind. Junior year was eating her alive, piece by piece. Her AP Chem textbook sat open on her la...
Maya's cleats dug into the dirt as she adjusted her baseball cap, trying to look like she belonged on the varsity team. Which she technically did, but only because the regular firs...
Sam hated baseball. Hated the dirt, the cleats, the way their dad's voice got all weirdly intense whenever someone mentioned the MLB. But here they were, fifteen years old, stuck i...
Maya had been cyber-stalking Jordan's profile for three weeks straight—okay, not stalking-stalking, just lowkey keeping tabs. They used to be besties, freshman year inseparable, un...
Marcus had been crushing on Lena since seventh period English, so when she invited him to play padel at the country club, he didn't even think twice. Sure, he'd been the starting s...
Maya gripped her red Solo cup so hard the plastic crinkled. House parties weren't exactly her vibe, but when your best friend literally drags you out of your room because "we need ...
The chlorine stung my eyes as I slid underwater, holding my breath until my lungs burned. Surfacing, I wiped my face and spotted Jayden laughing by the snack table with his perfect...
Maya felt like a zombie—her brain fried from scrolling until 3 AM, eyes burning, body running on empty fumes and half-consumed energy drinks. She was supposed to be studying for fi...
Maya scrolled through her iphone at 2 AM, thumb moving on autopilot. She felt like a zombie, drained from another day of performing happiness at school while her real self shrivele...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was simpler than AP Chem: varsity athletes at the peak, theater kids in the middle, and everyone else fighting over the scraps. I'd spent fresh...
Maya's iPhone vibrated for the third time in five minutes. She stared at the screen—*Seen 2:47 PM*—and felt that familiar zombie-like creep up her spine. The walking dead feeling o...