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Leo dragged himself through fourth period AP Bio feeling like actual **zombie** flesh. Three hours of sleep after doom-scrolling until 3 AM will do that to you. His bestie Sarah no...
Maya adjusted her baseball cap, pulling the brim low. The hat had become her armor—a way to disappear in the hallways of Northwood High, where the social pyramid loomed over everyt...
I felt like a **zombie** walking through the hallways, three hours of sleep turning my brain into something shriveled and gray. Finals week will do that to you. I was shuffling tow...
Maya's phone screen lit up with the fifth text from Jax: 'u coming?' and she felt that familiar lightning-strike zap of anxiety through her chest. First real house party. First tim...
Marcus stood in the dugout, heart hammering against his ribs like it was trying to break out. The baseball coach was calling his name, and his hands were sweating through his brand...
Maya stood at the edge of the padel court, her heart doing that stupid fluttery thing it always did around Jake. The PE teacher had randomly assigned partners, and somehow the univ...
Maya's text sat unread on her screen for twenty minutes: *u free friday? my friend is having that party* She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror—newly dyed purple hair...
The baseball sat heavy in my glove, sixth inning of the most important game of the season, but my mind was three miles away at Miller's Creek. Where the water would be cool enough ...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed at 3% battery, the ominous red pulsing like a warning signal. She was poolside at Tyler's house—the party everyone would be talking about Monday—and she...
The running track stretched before me like a really bad decision I'd already made twice. Coach Martinez was yelling something about "digging deep" and "leaving it all on the field"...
Maya's iPhone screen cracked like a spiderweb during third period—right when Jake finally texted back. She stared at the shattered glass, his message fragmented beyond recognition,...
Maya's phone buzzed in her pocket as she hovered outside Chloe's front door, heart doing gymnastics. First real house party. Seventeen never felt so terrifying. Inside, the air sm...