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Maya's phone screen glowed in the dark bedroom. 3% battery. She scrambled to find her charging cable, tangling herself in sheets like a frantic mummy. Her cat, Luna, watched with j...
Maya stared at the lunch tray like it was radioactive. Her mom had packed her a salad with actual spinach leaves — wilted, sad little green things that looked like they'd given up ...
The orange peel hit my forehead with a wet thwack. Tyler laughed so hard he almost dropped his phone, while I sat there dying inside. Again. "Dude, you're such a zombie," Tyler sa...
Maya pulled the baseball cap down lower, the brim shadowing her eyes like she was some kind of undercover celebrity instead of a sophomore trying to disappear. Her hair—that wild, ...
The chlorine stung my nose as I stood at the edge of the pool, heart doing backflips. Everyone was already in the water, laughing, splashing, acting like this was just another Satu...
I was totally **zombie**-mode Monday morning, running on three hours of sleep after pulling an all-nighter for finals. My hoodie was up, headphones in, just trying to survive first...
The gym hummed with post-practice energy—smell of sweat, rubber soles against hardwood, the distant thud of basketballs. Tyler stood by the water fountain, palms sweating, staring ...
Maya's iphone slipped from her sweaty fingers, splashing into the creek with a finality that made her stomach drop. One moment she'd been trying to capture the perfect aesthetic ph...
Maya trudged through third period AP Euro feeling like a straight-up zombie. No, literally—under-eye circles so dark they looked like bruises, brain fried from three hours of sleep...
My palms were sweating so much that my phone almost slipped out of my hand. Again. Third period AP History was dragging, and I was running on two hours of sleep and three iced cof...
The first time I met Marcus, I was literally running away from a situation I'd created entirely in my head. Freshman year. I'd convinced myself that everyone at the party would not...
The Miller's pool party was supposed to be my social resurrection. Instead, I was floating in the shallow end while Tyler—the human equivalent of a lightning strike—laughed at some...