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Neptune had been dead for three days before Maya finally worked up the courage to flush him. The goldfish had been her only real companion since her family moved to this apartment ...
The Friday night lights of Julia's house party hit me like a freight train, and I immediately regretted everything. My phone was at 4%, I knew approximately three people total, and...
The pool party was supposed to be legendary, but honestly? I was operating on pure zombie mode. Three days of finals had turned my brain into mush, and I'd been surviving on those ...
Maya's vintage fox hat was supposed to be her armor. When she slipped it onto her head that morning, the fuzzy orange ears perking up defiantly, she felt invincible. Ready. The hat...
The fluorescent lights of North Valley High buzzed like an electrical headache, and honestly? I felt like a zombie. Three hours of sleep APUSH cramming will do that to you. I clut...
The pool rippled like liquid moonlight, and I felt like a zombie—four hours of sleep because someone (me) couldn't stop scrolling my iPhone until 3 AM. Typical Friday. Maya's part...
I was literally running for my life—or at least, that's what it felt like when Mr. Henderson yelled "CHEATER" across the cafeteria because he thought I was using ChatGPT on my hist...
The escape room smelled like industrial cleaner and teenage desperation. Jake's vintage fedora kept sliding down his forehead — a nervous tic he couldn't shake since Maya finally a...
Maya's backpack hit the locker with a metallic CLANG that echoed down the freshman hallway. She kept her head down, navy hoodie pulled tight—standard operating procedure for someon...
Maya's iPhone buzzed for the third time in five minutes, notifications stacking up like chips in a betting game. She ignored them all—her friends back in Los Angeles wouldn't under...
The pool glittered like liquid diamond under the July sun, but Maya's stomach did backflips. Jordan's annual rager. Everyone who was anyone would be there, and Maya spent forty min...
Maya stared at her reflection, hands trembling. The box PROMISED sun-kissed caramel highlights. What she got was something more radioactive traffic cone than beach babe. "You've g...