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The party was dead. Not like, chill dead—like actual zombie apocalypse dead. Everyone sat in Maya's basement, faces illuminated by the blue glow of their iPhone screens, thumbs mov...
Maya stared at the green sludge in her blender like it had personally offended her entire existence. The concoction contained spinach, kale, and some mystery vitamin supplement her...
The papaya sat on my breakfast plate like an alien artifact. Orange, slimy, speckled with black seeds that looked like something you'd scrape off a shoe. Meanwhile, across the pool...
My life had officially become a **cable** knit sweater of disasters—tangled, unraveling, and somehow still holding together. "You look like a **zombie**," Maya said, sliding into ...
Maya's room looked like a cable factory explosion. HDMI cords twisted around ethernet cables like snakes in a nest. Her mom yelled something about college applications from downsta...
Maya stared at the cafeteria **pyramid**—the unspoken social hierarchy that divided Lincoln High into tiers. At the apex: the varsity jacket crew and their perfectly curated Instag...
Maya's palms were sweating. Again. She wiped them on her dress for the third time, staring at her iPhone screen. *Read 5:42 PM.* Leo still hadn't replied to her text about tonight'...
The house party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, anxiety buzzing in her chest like a trapped hornet. She'd been running on zombie mode all week—finals, her parents' div...
Jordan's chest felt like a **cat** was using it as a scratching post—pure anxiety buzzing beneath her skin. She stood at the edge of Miller's Pond, clutching her towel like a lifel...
The pool shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Maya's stomach was doing backflips that had nothing to do with the humidity. She'd spent forty-five minutes perfecti...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, applying her third layer of concealer. The massive zit on her chin throbbed like it had its own heartbeat. Great. Just in time for Tyler...
The pet store hummed with fluorescent lights and the subtle gurgle of thirty aquariums. My summer job, minimum wage, maximum awkward. I'd been crushing on Maya since seventh grade,...