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Jordan's dm popped up on Tuesday: "hey, can you watch my pets this weekend? family emergency." My thumb hovered over the screen. Jordan, with their perfect hair and that smile that...
Maya's first week at Northwood High felt like climbing a pyramid during an earthquake. At the base? The zombies—students shuffling through halls, eyes glazed, thumbs moving furious...
Maya stood at the edge of the baseball field, humidity pressing against her skin like an unwanted hug. The air tasted like imminent rain—sweet, heavy, charged. At sixteen, she'd le...
The sphinx statue in Mr. Henderson's front yard had seen some things. Mostly it had seen me and Maya sitting on its concrete paws at 2 AM, sharing secrets and stolen sour gummies, ...
Maya's palms were sweating so much she could barely grip her phone. 3% battery. The frayed **cable** she'd been meaning to replace for weeks finally gave up the ghost halfway throu...
Leo was sick of running. Not the cardio kind — though his lungs burned enough for that too — but the way he kept dodging confrontations. Especially with Marcus, who'd been making L...
Maya's attention span had shrunk to roughly three seconds — basically, she was a goldfish. Blame TikTok. Blame Instagram. Blame the way her phone buzzed every thirty seconds with g...
The social pyramid at Northwood High wasn't built with stone—it was constructed with whispers, status updates, and whoever sat at the lunch table near the windows. As a freshman, I...
The hat was supposed to be his armor. Instead, Leo looked like a fedora-wearing tryhard, which was honestly worse than just looking like himself. He was twelve minutes late to tra...
The **pool** shimmered like liquid diamonds under the July sun, but Marcus's stomach churned like a washing machine. He'd spent three weeks sucking down those horse-pill **vitamin*...
I was deep in zombie mode—scrolling TikTok at 2 AM, my iphone burning against my palm like always—when Maya's text popped up: "Emergency. Need you. Baseball diamond. Now." Maya. T...
Maya's life could be divided into two distinct eras: before the spinach incident, and after. Before, she was just the quiet cross-country girl who finished races in the top ten bu...