Palms, Bull, and the Zombie Within
Maya's palms were sweating — like, literally dripping — as she stared down the hallway toward Jordan's locker. The **bull** of sophomore year had been making her life miserable sin...
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Maya's palms were sweating — like, literally dripping — as she stared down the hallway toward Jordan's locker. The **bull** of sophomore year had been making her life miserable sin...
Maya's knees literally shook as she stepped onto the padel court. The blue surface seemed to glare at her, mocking her total lack of coordination. This was absolutely not her vibe ...
The country club's social pyramid was crystal clear: seniors at the apex, freshmen at the base, and somewhere in the middle, Marco—king of the padel court. Every Saturday, he held ...
The pool party at Jessica's house was exactly where I didn't want to be Friday night. But my mom had already dropped me off with her classic "you need to get out of your comfort zo...
The country club pool shimmered like something out of a TikTok aesthetic, and I felt exactly like a **goldfish** in a bowl—exposed, awkward, and entirely too visible. "You coming ...
Mateo Lopez shuffled into third period AP World feeling like a certified zombie. Three hours of Roblox the night before will do that to you. His eyes burned, his brain felt like sc...
Maya pressed her back against the rough stucco wall, clutching her red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. Jason's end-of-summer pool party raged around her — bass thumping, bodies ca...
Maya's iphone lit up with another notification from the group chat. Her thumbs hovered over the screen, heart racing. They knew. Her golden retriever, Buster, nudged her hand with...
The pool glittered like spilled diamonds under the late afternoon sun, the smell of chlorine and coconut sunscreen thick in the humid air. Maya, fifteen and convinced she was invis...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again—that full-on rebellion where it looked like a bird's nest after a hurricane. She stood in front of her bathroom mirror, contemplating the tra...
Lila stared at her phone, thumb hovering over Maya's contact. Three days since The Incident at the padel courts and still no response. Not even a dry "lol" or a passive-aggressive ...
Leo stood at the edge of everything—of the pool, of his comfort zone, of possibly making a complete fool of himself. The invitation had said "casual hang," but the backyard looked ...