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The pool at Maya's house shimmered with that fake-turquoise glow that only money could buy. I sat on the edge with my feet dangling in, clutching my iPhone like it was a lifeline. ...
Maya's feed was a carefully curated gallery of perfection. Her iPhone camera roll held three hundred near-identical selfies from today alone, each one filtered and framed until the...
The cafeteria hummed with that特有的 Friday energy - everyone vibing, somehow already in weekend mode. I sat across from Tyler at our usual table, my heart doing that nervous flutter ...
The cable box had been dead for three days, which meant no baseball, no Netflix, and basically no reason to exist inside the house. Not that I was complaining. My room had started ...
Maya pressed her phone against her forehead, scrolling through another group chat where everyone already had their college essays drafted and their futures mapped out like some per...
Maya dragged her feet through the hallway, feeling exactly like a **zombie** from her marathon Netflix binge the night before. Finals week had turned her brain into mush, and hones...
Mateo's summer sucked before it started. His friends had all ditched for camp, leaving him stuck at the community center where the popular kids monopolized the padel courts every a...
Maya stood outside the community center, her heart doing gymnastics. Inside, the rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack of padel balls echoed against the walls. She'd never played before—he...
Maya's iphone buzzed for the seventeenth time in twenty minutes. Insta-snaps, group chats, the endless scroll that had become her entire existence. She felt like a zombie—dead behi...
I'm literally a zombie right now. Four hours of sleep because Maya wouldn't stop texting about how Tyler ghosted her at Spring Fling. My palm is still sore from face-planting durin...
Marcus's thumb scrolled through his iPhone like a zombie searching for brains—except he was only hunting for likes. Sixty-three notifications. Three people tagged him in the same T...
Maya's phone died at 11:47 PM on a Friday. That's when the zombie apocalypse started — at least, that's what it felt like when she couldn't scroll through Instagram for the tenth t...