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I felt like a **zombie** walking into Jordan's house—dead inside, somehow still moving, and absolutely terrified someone would notice I had no idea what I was doing. My best friend...
Maya's summer job at Whole Foods wasn't exactly lit, but it paid for her iPhone 15 upgrade — the one she'd literally begged her parents for since eighth grade. Now incoming freshma...
The campfire crackled as Maya applied her third layer of zombie makeup, carefully shading around her eyes for that perfectly dead look. Tomorrow was the school's haunted house fund...
The papaya sat alone in the fruit bowl, bright orange like a traffic warning nobody noticed. I'd brought it because Mom insisted — "You can't just show up empty-handed, Kai" — but ...
The baseball cap was practically glued to Maya's head since the incident — the one where her aunt's fancy salon turned her curls into a puffy disaster. Three weeks later, she was s...
The orange glow of the 7-Eleven sign reflected in the puddles as we sat on the curb, slurping Slurpees that were 90% sugar and 10% regret. "Dude," Marcus said, kicking at a pebble...
Maya shuffled through the hallway feeling like a straight-up zombie. Finals week had officially turned her brain into mush, and the fluorescent lighting wasn't doing her any favors...
Maya stared at her reflection, fingers tangling in frizzy curls that refused to behave. At sixteen, everything felt wrong—especially her hair. It sat somewhere between her mom's ti...
The baseball cap sat in my locker like a ghost from middle school, collecting dust next to my vape pen and half-eaten protein bar. I hadn't touched it since freshman year when I qu...
My social life was basically a classified file—locked, encrypted, and definitely not for public distribution. Which is why, when my older brother left for the weekend and forgot hi...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket, probably another notification she'd ignore. She leaned against the bathroom wall at Alex's house party, heart still racing from almost texting h...
Marcus stood by the edge of the pool, clutching his bottle of vitamin D supplements like they were some kind of illegal substance. The spring air hung heavy with chlorine and teena...