Zombies, Bulls, and Energy Drinks
Jake dragged himself through third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep because Marcus kept him up until 2 AM hyping his "guaranteed cash flow" side hustl...
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Jake dragged himself through third period feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep because Marcus kept him up until 2 AM hyping his "guaranteed cash flow" side hustl...
The pool party was already in full swing when Maya arrived, feeling like a certified zombie after three hours of sleep and two finals. She'd spent the morning frantically straighte...
Leo lasted exactly twelve minutes at Jordan's party before retreating to the deck, where the only living thing that wouldn't judge her social skills was a goldfish swimming lazy ci...
The country club parking lot felt like enemy territory. Leo adjusted his backwards cap, already regretting letting his mom sign him up for the summer league. His dad, still clutchi...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fingers hovering over the DIY box dye that promised "electric blue." Senior year. About time she stopped being invisible. The ...
The papaya sat abandoned on the kitchen counter, slowly oxidizing into a sad brown mess. Much like my social life at this party. "Dude, you've been staring at that fruit for five ...
Maya's hands shook as she fumbled with the tangled mess behind the auditorium stage. The AV club president, Jordan, had already bailed on today's assembly, leaving her to single-ha...
Maya pulled her beanie **hat** lower, hoping it would somehow make her invisible. It didn't. The junior party raged around her, bodies moving to bass-heavy music that vibrated in h...
The spinach between my front teeth felt like a billboard advertising my humiliation. I'd been crushing on Jordan for three months, and naturally, the first time he actually noticed...
I was running on three hours of sleep and zero confidence when I spotted Dakota by the pool, looking like they'd been Photoshopped into existence. My phone buzzed — my friends in t...
The problem with having a goldfish memory in high school is that you keep forgetting who you're supposed to be. One minute you're the quiet girl in the back of AP Bio, the next you...
Maya's first week at Tropical Juice Barn was going great until Tyler walked in. Tyler, who'd been her best friend since seventh grade, before he got hot and joined the varsity socc...