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Maya's phone buzzed again. Another text from Fox, the senior who'd somehow made her the center of his universe this semester. The same Fox who sat at the pyramid's peak of Northwoo...
At sixteen, I'd already mastered the art of being invisible. Move through halls like a zombie, head down, hood up, existing but not really living. But tonight, all that changed. M...
Maya's first iPhone felt like a promise. Finally, she'd be part of everything — the group chats, the TikToks, the constant low-key FOMO that defined freshman year at Northwood High...
Maya's iphone buzzed in her pocket, another group chat blowing up about Jordan's end-of-summer pool party. She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, fixing the strap of ...
Maya felt like a zombie most mornings before 7 AM. Her phone buzzed—group chat exploding about the pep rally. She grabbed an orange from the counter and headed out, the fruit's bri...
I'm not gonna lie — tryouts were a total disaster. But let me back up. My mom, being the typical overachiever parent, forced me to sign up for the swim team. "It'll look great on ...
Marcus dragged his cleats through the dirt, feeling like a straight-up zombie. Four hours of sleep because AP Bio homework had decided to pull an all-nighter without him. The energ...
Maya felt like a zombie most Mondays, but today was different. Today she had a mission. "You're actually going through with it?" Leo asked, kicking his locker shut with a sneaker ...
Maya's mom called her 'little fox' when she was being sneaky, but tonight Maya didn't feel clever at all. She felt like a fraud. Standing in Rachel's massive kitchen at the first p...
Maya's hands shook as she gripped the makeup brush, turning her reflection into something unrecognizable. The school's production of "Zombie Garden" was tonight, and she was still ...
The social pyramid at Mercy Hills High was simple: varsity athletes at the top, band kids somewhere in the middle, and everyone else fighting for scraps. Freshman year, I'd been in...
The orange afternoon light filtered through the chain-link fence as I stood on the padel court, gripping my racquet like it owed me money. First week at Oak Creek Academy and I'd a...