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Six months into freshman year, I'd become a professional zombie. Wake up, grab the iPhone, scroll TikTok until my eyes burned, shuffle through classes like the walking dead, collap...
Marcus had mastered the art of looking busy while actually doing nothing. Leaning against the chain-link fence near the community pool, he pretended to check his phone—again—as if ...
Maya's stomach did backflips as she stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The end-of-summer party raged behind her—laughter spilling into the night, b...
Maya pressed her back against the lockers, phone clutched like a grenade. Three years she'd spent mastering the art of being invisible, sliding through Northwood High like a ghost ...
Maya's hair was doing that weird frizzy thing it always did when she stressed, and tonight? Maximum stress. The Spring Fling was three hours away and she was pretty sure she had sp...
Maya stood in front of her bathroom mirror, scissors trembling in her hand. The long brown waves she'd spent years growing out fell in chunks around her feet. Her mom would freak. ...
The pool shimmered like liquid diamond, but Maya stood frozen at the edge, her oversized hat pulled low over her eyes. This was supposed to be the party of the summer, but she felt...
Leo stood in center field, clutching his glove like a shield. The orange sunset bled across the sky, matching the crush he'd been harboring for Maya since seventh grade. Meanwhile,...
Maya's hair had always been her security blanket—long, dark, and perpetually messy in that way that somehow looked intentional. Or at least that's what her best friend forever, Chl...
I felt like a **zombie** stumbling into Chloe's backyard, my brain fried from overthinking everything. The jocks were doing cannonballs into the **pool**, sending **water** everywh...
Cameron's orange sunset-stained hair made him stick out like a highlighter in a grayscale sketch. That's what his sister said anyway, before she ditched him at the baseball stadium...
The beanie wasn't working. Like, at all. Maya tugged it lower, trying to hide what she'd done to her hair yesterday—what she'd called "giving herself layers" but what her mom had...