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Maya's fingers trembled as she scrolled through her older sister Kelsey's iphone. The screen glowed in the darkness of their shared room, illuminating Maya's guilty conscience. She...
Maya's been **running** from everything lately — her feelings, her friends, the truth about why she and Jordan broke up. Two weeks of constant motion, like if she stops moving, eve...
Mateo's fingers went numb gripping the **baseball** bat. Sixteen years old and suddenly he couldn't remember how to swing. Not that it mattered—the bleachers were empty except for ...
The mechanical **bull** at the county fair looked like a death sentence, but Caleb's friends were already recording. Mateo was live-streaming, Jenna was hyping him up, and Sophia—t...
I slide into the rec center, my beat-up navy cap pulled low — my usual shield against the world. At fifteen, I've mastered the art of invisible, and the hat helps. "Yo, Liam!" Jor...
Maya felt like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep after binge-watching until 3 AM would do that to you. But here she was, 15 years old, standing at the entrance of the new Pade...
Maya felt like a literal zombie as she leaned against the basement wall, clutching her red solo cup like it was a lifeline. Three hours of sleep, two AP exams, and now Jordan's hou...
The social pyramid at Northwood High was less architecture and more invisible death trap. You could feel it—the way certain tables in the cafeteria became thrones, while others wer...
I didn't exactly plan on spending my junior year hiding in the biology lab every lunch period, but here we are. The zombie shuffle from class to class, the fake smiles, the way eve...
The ethernet cable lay coiled on my floor like a dead snake, a fossil from last summer when Jordan and I would stay up until 3 AM gaming, eating chips, and complaining about everyt...
Maya's palms were literally dripping as she stood outside Jake's house, the bass from inside vibrating through the soles of her sneakers. First party of sophomore year, and she'd a...
Maya's iPhone screen glowed at 2 AM, the blue light washing over her face as she scrolled through her own feed for the third time tonight. Her latest post — a carefully curated sho...