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Maya felt like a zombie. Not the cool, streaky-makeup, Netflix-binge kind—the actual undead variety. Track practice had been running her into the ground for three weeks straight, a...
The stupid fedora sat three rows back on the auditorium bleachers, abandoned like a bad decision at 2 AM. Maya's heart hammered against her ribs as she stared at it. It had been Je...
Maya's iphone vibrated against her nightstand at 2 AM — again. She groaned, knowing exactly what it was. Another notification from The Group Chat, where everyone seemed to be livin...
The pool party at Jenna's house was supposed to be chill, but my anxiety was doing backflips. Everyone worth knowing was there, including Tyler, who I'd been lowkey crushing on sin...
Maya gripped her iPhone so hard her knuckles turned white, doom-scrolling through the invite list for the third time. Everyone who was going to be at Leo's party today—everyone who...
The cafetorium smelled like disappointment and stale pizza rolls, which honestly wasn't the worst part of my morning. My cat, Beans, had decided my favorite hoodie was her new pers...
Monday morning hit like a freight train. I'd spent the entire weekend binging that new zombie show until 3 AM both nights, which basically meant I was walking through life as a mem...
Maya's iphone sat on the pool deck chair, screen-up like a dead fish. No bars. No wifi. The country club's 'premium amenities' apparently didn't include decent cell service. "You'...
Maya's mom had decided the family nickname 'Fox' was cute when Maya was six and obsessed with that orange cartoon character. Now, at sixteen, having your mom yell 'Little Fox!' thr...
The ethernet cable lay across my bedroom floor like a dead snake, a constant reminder that my gaming setup was incomplete. Again. Mom had grounded me from buying the fifty-foot cab...
I never should've let Maya drag me to Tyler's pool party. But there I was, lurking in the corner of the deck like I was getting paid to spy on people instead of being a socially aw...
My phone buzzed with the third text in two minutes. 'You coming?' "Yeah," I typed back, though my stomach was doing backflips. First house party of freshman year, and I'd spent f...