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Maya felt like a zombie. Three days of finals, zero sleep, and now here she was—trapped at Jessica's graduation party, nursing a flat soda while everyone else seemed to be living t...
I was in full zombie mode by third period, the kind where your body moves but your brain is still in bed. Maya found me staring blankly at my locker, probably looking like I'd been...
Maya stood in the camping aisle, clutching a bottle of orange vitamin C gummies like they were a lifeline. Her mom's voice echoed in her head: "Take your vitamins, honey, camping i...
Maya's bare feet slapped against the roof tiles, **running** harder than she ever had in gym class. Behind her, the muffled bass of Emma's party thumped like a distant heartbeat. S...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her orange soda like a lifeline. The sophomore bash raged around her—kids she'd known forever suddenly transformed by summer, now cann...
I felt like a walking zombie. Three hours of sleep after finals week will do that to you. But when Jake texted "party at my place, everyone's gonna be there," I couldn't say no. No...
Maya stood at the baseline of the padel court, racket sweating in her grip like a nervous palm. Across the net, Chloe—the undisputed queen of freshman year's social pyramid—was alr...
Maya's fedora was supposed to be her armor. Freshman year had been a disaster—invisible in hallways, nonexistent at parties—so she spent her summer savings on a crushed velvet hat ...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool party, clutching his towel like a lifeline. The DJ was blasting something bass-heavy that vibrated through his chest, and everyone looked so ef...
I'd been awake for exactly thirty-two hours when my mom dropped the bomb: Grandma's 75th birthday dinner started in two hours. I looked like a straight-up zombie—dark circles swall...
Leo sat frozen in the school cafeteria, staring at the plastic tray in front of him. The mythology test loomed like a personal judgment day—Ms. Halloway had spent three weeks on An...
Maya's been **running** from herself since seventh grade. Literally. Cross country, track, sometimes just sprinting away from awkward conversations until her lungs burn like she's ...