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I'd been running on zombie mode for three days straight. Finals week will do that to you—turn you into some undead creature stumbling through the hallways, surviving on caffeine an...
Jordan's thumb hovered over the 'post' button on his iPhone, the glowing screen illuminating his basement room at 11:47 PM. The caption read: 'Big game tomorrow. Let's go.' A compl...
The summer before sophomore year, I spent way too much time **spying** on the new kid through my bedroom window. Pathetic? Maybe. But when you're fifteen and live across the street...
Maya's hands wouldn't stop shaking. She gripped the padel racket like her life depended on it, which honestly, kind of felt true. The new girl. The one everyone was already whisper...
Maya's mom called it a "trim." Maya called it a crime against humanity. She stared in the bathroom mirror, tears already welling. Her hair—previously waist-length waves—now barely ...
Maya's hair was supposed to be sleek and intentional, the kind of effortless cascade that said 'I woke up like this' but actually took forty minutes and three different styling pro...
Marcus stood at the edge of the freshman quad, clutching his baseball cap like it was a lifeline. Three days until varsity tryouts, and he still couldn't consistently hit anything ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The **water** glittered with that fake blue sparkle that only existed at expensive country clubs, and somew...
Marcus dragged himself through first period feeling like a certified zombie — three hours of sleep'll do that to you. His iPhone burned in his pocket, a constant reminder that Maya...
Maya's mom had done it again. Pulled the ol' papaya switcheroo. "Fresh from the mercado, mija!" her mom chirped, dropping the monstrosity into her brown paper lunch bag. Maya peer...
I stood at the edge of the pool, toes curled against the wet concrete, heart hammering like I'd just chugged an entire energy drink. The**water** shimmered under the pool lights, t...
Maya's lifeguard chair felt like a throne of isolation above the chlorine-scented chaos. At sixteen, she was the designated "zombie" of the summer — perpetually exhausted from 6 AM...