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Maya's lungs burned as she kept running, her Nikes pounding against the asphalt track. Coach Barker's voice echoed in her head: "You've got bull-like determination, kid, but you ne...
I walked into first period feeling like a literal zombie. Three hours of sleep does that to you, especially when your brain decides to replay every awkward moment from middle schoo...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers tangling in the mess of frizz that used to be a perfectly good haircut. Two hours. That's how long she'd spent trying ...
The papaya sat on my desk like an alien artifact, its orange-speckled skin glowing under the LED strip lights. Kai dared me to buy it from that weird hipster grocery store downtown...
Max's life had become a walking corpse ever since The Incident at homecoming. Okay, maybe that was dramatic—he hadn't actually been rejected. He'd just never worked up the nerve to...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she leaned against the gym wall, three Red Bulls deep and running on two hours of sleep. Junior year was absolutely eating her alive, and yet here sh...
I stood frozen in the corner of Jordan's basement, feeling like a total zombie. Three hours of sleep + two energy drinks + my first real high school party = absolute disaster mode....
The party was already mid-level awkward when I spotted the papaya on the counter. Fresh. Sliced. Looking way too exotic for Dylan's basement. "You gonna try it or just stare at it...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the thing where it refused to be tamed by any amount of product or prayer. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, wondering w...
Maya sat across from Zoe at their usual corner table in the cafeteria, trying not to stare as her best friend peeled a papaya with surgical precision. The exotic fruit stood out li...
Maya clutched the vitamin D bottle in her pocket like it was contraband. Her mom had shoved it at her that morning, going on about how teenagers these days never get enough sun, al...
Maya's feet pounded against the pavement, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She wasn't running away from anything—or at least, that's what she told herself as she rounded the corn...