Three Strikes, One Life
The goldfish lived in a bowl on my nightstand, watching me pack for Dad's new place. Its name was Colonel, because my little brother Sam was obsessed with military history before h...
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The goldfish lived in a bowl on my nightstand, watching me pack for Dad's new place. Its name was Colonel, because my little brother Sam was obsessed with military history before h...
Maya's mom had dropped her off with the usual: a Tupperware container of sliced papaya, which Maya immediately shoved to the bottom of her backpack. Because nothing says 'uncool' q...
Maya's fingers hovered over her phone screen at 11:47 PM, again. She was basically a professional **spy** at this point—stalking Aiden's Instagram stories the second they dropped, ...
Maya dragged herself through the hallway like a zombie, her backpack feeling heavier than usual. Three hours of sleep APUSH study session will do that to you. The fluorescent light...
My palms wouldn't stop sweating. Literally dripping down my sides as I stood outside Jordan's house party, listening to the bass thud through the door. "You good?" Maya asked, alr...
Marcus had been running the same loop around his neighborhood for forty-five minutes, sweat slicking his back, his phone clutched in his hand like a lifeline. The sky had turned th...
Maya's fingers hovered over her iPhone screen, the familiar dopamine hit of Instagram likes feeling miles away from Camp Cedar's spotty WiFi. At fifteen, being disconnected felt li...
Marcus stood at the edge of the swimming pool, clutching his iPhone like a lifeline. The screen displayed three unread texts from Chloe asking where he was, and his thumb hovered o...
Maya's **hat** sat three inches too low on her forehead, a strategic adjustment to avoid eye contact in the cafeteria. The beanie had become her social camouflage since transferrin...
The papaya sat on my plate like a radioactive alien egg, its orange flesh gleaming under the café lights. I poked it with my fork, willing it to disappear, but no such luck. "Try ...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the eighth time in ten minutes. Another group chat blowing up about something that would feel trivial in three hours but felt like life-or-death right now....
Maya tugged the stupid fake **zombie** teeth out of her mouth. They'd been poking her gums all night, and honestly? The whole undead aesthetic was getting old. Halloween parties at...