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Maya's palms were practically dripping as she clutched her phone against the pool gate. The invite said "casual hang" but the Instagram stories suggested otherwise — literally ever...
Maya stared at her iPhone, thumb scrolling through posts of people living lives she'd never have. 2:47 AM. Again. She'd been a zombie all week—trudging through AP Bio, nodding at l...
I'd been operating on zombie mode for three days straight. Thanks to Mr. Henderson's brutal history project, I'd survived on two hours of sleep and approximately zero functioning b...
Marcus's fingers traced the faded orange stitching on his brother's old baseball glove, still smelling of dugout dirt and broken promises. Everyone expected him to be the next Ryke...
The neon orange snapback sat on Maya's head like a crown she wasn't sure she deserved. Her cousin Chase had left it behind when he moved to college, and somehow, wearing it made he...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she trudged toward the Reynolds' pool party. Three hours of sleep after finishing her AP History project would do that to you. She pulled her basebal...
The problem with a bad haircut isn't just the mirror. It's the iPhone. Specifically, the front-facing camera that captures every角度 of the disaster I now call my hair. Three inches...
Marcus shuffled into homeroom like a **zombie**—the I-stayed-up-until-4-am-gaming kind, not the brain-eating kind. His eyes burned, his brain felt like mush, and the coffee he'd ch...
Maya's arm burned from holding her phone at the perfect angle for forty-five minutes, the flat iron sizzling beside her. Third day of sophomore year at Northwood High, and she was ...
Maya stared at her iPhone, thumb scrolling through perfect lives that felt like cosmic joke. Six hundred likes on Jessica's selfie, and Maya hadn't even brushed her hair yet. "You...
The first week of junior year hit me like a freight train. I'd been waking up at 5:30 AM for swim practice, moving through school hours like a straight-up zombie, my brain barely f...
Jordan stared at the text on their phone, heart doing backflips. POOL PARTY AT TYLER'S - the social event of the summer. The pyramid of popularity at Ridgewood High had Tyler at th...