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The cross country team from North Valley High—the Foxes—always destroyed us. Every meet, every season, their orange jerseys blazed past like they were running on something way more...
I spent my entire sophomore year staring at the school social pyramid from the bottom tier. My brother Marcus called it 'the triangle of doom'—the popular kids at the top, everyone...
I was literally a zombie. Like, actual walking dead status. Three days of finals, zero sleep, and now I'm crouched behind a vending machine like a total creep, spying on Carlos fro...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, her toes curled against the warm concrete. The **water** glowed an impossible blue, filled with laughing bodies and splashing chaos. This wa...
Maya dragged herself to the kitchen like a **zombie**, eyes barely open, still processing the disastrous text she'd sent to Jason last night. Why did her brain always choose 2 AM t...
Maya stared at her reflection, the neon orange hair dye seeping into her bathroom sink. Sophomore year was two weeks away, and she was done being invisible. Done being the girl who...
I stood before the mirror, assessing my newest disaster. My hair, freshly dyed what was supposed to be "Arctic Ocean Blue," now looked more like "Swamp Thing After Three Weeks." Mo...
The lifeguard chair creaked as Maya swung her legs, watching the pool's surface shimmer like something out of a dream. Three weeks into summer, and she still hadn't worked up the n...
I was operating on pure zombie mode—third consecutive all-nighter will do that to you. My eyes burned, my brain felt like mush, and I was pretty sure I'd forgotten how to human som...
Alex's cross country coach always said, "Pain is just weakness leaving the body." What Alex wanted to know was: what was embarrassment leaving? At fifteen, Alex felt like they wer...
Maya had spent sixteen years blending into the beige walls of high school like human furniture. Invisible. Forgettable. The girl whose name teachers always hesitated to say during ...
The summer after sophomore year, I basically became a zombie. Not the brain-eating kind from The Last of Us — more like the kind who exists in a permanent state of sleep deprivatio...