The Zombie Bull Protocol
Maya's iPhone 13 vibrated against her hip for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowup. Someone was mad about someone else's Instagram story, and the whole sophomo...
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Maya's iPhone 13 vibrated against her hip for the third time in five minutes. Another group chat blowup. Someone was mad about someone else's Instagram story, and the whole sophomo...
Maya pulled her dad's oversized trucker hat low, hoping it would hide the fact that she was absolutely, completely freaking out. It wasn't working. She stood at the edge of the co...
Maya squeezed her lunchbox, praying the papaya wouldn't get squished. Again. "You sitting with us?" Chloe asked, already sliding into her seat at The Table—the one by the windows ...
Liam's first mistake was agreeing to play padel with Maya. He'd been crushing on her since seventh period English, and when she'd invited him to the courts, he'd said yes before re...
Leo's summer was supposed to be legendary. Instead, he was stuck at his grandma's house with spotty Wi-Fi that kept dying whenever someone walked past the router wrong. The coaxial...
I'd been a zombie for three days straight. Finals week will do that to you — turn you into something that shuffles between classes, exists on caffeine and spite, and definitely doe...
Maya's legs burned as she pulled another lap, the chlorine stinging her eyes. Swim practice was her escape, until Coach barked, "Faster, Chen! You're swimming like you're afraid of...
Maya stood by the snack table, nursing a cup of suspiciously neon fruit punch that probably contained exactly zero actual fruit. Somewhere in its pink depths, she could spot a chun...
Maya's life was 90% awkward silence and 10% pretending she didn't care. But in her room, cable TV glowing like a secret universe, she watched baseball highlights like they were sac...
The pool lights turned everything underwater blue and magical. Maya floated on her back, listening to muffled laughter from the deck above. Jordan's end-of-summer party. The one ev...
The neon orange paddle ball court behind the rec center smelled like rubber and teenage desperation. I adjusted my grip for the third time, sweat already making my shirt stick to m...
Maya was already late for first period when Jordan grabbed her arm in the hallway, eyes wild with that familiar I-just-found-something-genius sparkle. "Dude, you have to see this....