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The sign said MYSTICAL MADAME ZONA but really I was just Leo, a sixteen-year-old sweating through his eyeliner at the county fair booth. My mom had scored me this summer job, proba...
Maya felt like a **zombie** as she dragged herself into Kayla's basement. Finals week had absolutely destroyed her sleep schedule, and now here she was at a 'gathering' (nobody sai...
I'd been a zombie for three weeks straight. Junior year will do that to you — between AP Chem, debate club, and my mom's gentle reminders that 'colleges are watching,' I was runnin...
My palms were sweating so bad I could barely grip my controller. Seriously, I felt like I'd just dunked my hands in a sink. Three hundred people were watching my stream—a record fo...
Maya's thumb had developed a mind of its own, endlessly refreshing her feed at 2 AM. The blue light from her iphone painted her room in ghostly hues as she scrolled through照片 after...
The heat wave had been brutal for three weeks straight, and everyone at Ridgeview High was either melting or frantically trying to be seen at the popular kids' pool parties. Maya, ...
Marcus stood at the plate, his heart hammering like a trapped bird. The baseball sailed toward him, and he swung—too early. Again. The collective groan from the dugout told him eve...
The midnight air smelled like pool chlorine and teenage desperation. Emma's iphone was at 3% — a countdown clock to social suicide. She was at Jake's post-graduation party, surroun...
The humidity was already hitting 90% by third period, and Maya's *palm* was sweating against her phone screen as she typed. you think he's looking at me? Chloe's response popped ...
The funeral for Captain Finster was supposed to be private. Just me, Maya, and the toilet bowl. But somehow my older brother's entire lacrosse team ended up in our bathroom, watchi...
Maya sat at the third cafeteria table from the back—not the front, definitely not the back—and picked at her lunch. Her **palm**s were sweating against the plastic tray, leaving li...
My hair was supposed to be strawberry blonde. Instead, it looked like a paparaña had attacked me while I was sleeping. I stared into the bathroom mirror, my hands shaking as they g...