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Maya's phone buzzed. 2:47 AM. She groaned, feeling like a straight-up zombie after three hours of TikTok doom-scrolling. Across the room, her best friend Sarah was still awake, sta...
Maya's hands shook as she adjusted the fedora she'd thrifted that morning. It was too big, sliding down over her eyebrows, but she'd spent forty dollars on it and she was gonna com...
Marcus felt like a zombie walking into first period Monday morning. Three hours of sleep will do that to you — thanks to his brother keeping him up playing co-op zombie apocalypse ...
Maya was running away again. Literally. Her Air Force Ones pounded against the pavement as she sprinted past the high school, away from Tyler's pool party invitation. "Everyone's ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be caramel highlights. Instead, it was orange. Like, **traffic cone** orange. She'd spent the entire first week of junior year hiding under hoodies, con...
Maya's social standing at Northwood High could best be described as 'NPC energy' — present, but not exactly plot-relevant. That was fine until Jenna noticed her. 'You're coming to...
Maya adjusted her headphones for the third time, orange highlights falling over her eyes as she leaned against the gym wall. First house party of sophomore year, and she was alread...
I showed up to Tyler's end-of-summer party looking like total zombie mode. Thanks to my brilliant decision to binge-watch Netflix until 4 AM, I was running on pure anxiety and two ...
The beanie stayed glued to my head even through third period gym. Marcus had noticed—of course Marcus noticed, with his perfect everything and eyes that somehow made you feel seen ...
Cat hair clung to my favorite black hoodie like stubborn glitter. I'd spent twenty minutes with a lint roller this morning, but Mittens had other plans—she basically shed directly ...
Maya pressed her palm against the scorching concrete beside the community pool, counting down the minutes until her shift ended. Three hours of guarding entitled middle schoolers w...
The abandoned pool sat behind rusted gates, its mosaic tiles faded but intact. Someone had spray-painted "THE SPHINX" on the peeling wall years ago. "You coming or what?" Jasmine...