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Mateo's palms were sweating so bad he could barely grip the papaya. Behind the counter at his family's fruit stand, he could see them approaching—the bull of Eastwood High, Tyler, ...
My hair was doing that thing again—sticking up in seven different directions like I'd stuck my finger in an electrical socket mid-haircut. Which I absolutely had not done since sev...
My alarm went off at 4:45 AM and I literally felt like a zombie rising from the dead. Third day of championship week and my entire body was screaming. But swim team didn't care abo...
The bell rang, but Maya felt like she was moving through molasses. Three hours of sleep playing Zombie Apocalypse Survival until 3 AM will do that to you. She trudged to her locker...
Marcus stood at the edge of the pool, clutching his iPhone like a lifeline. Three missed calls from Mom. Two texts from Jake asking where he was. And one DM from Riley—his first ev...
Maya's bedroom mirror reflected a stranger—someone with electric purple hair that screamed *main character energy* or *complete disaster*, depending on the angle. Her iphone lay on...
Maya's older brother Marcus had been acting weird all week. Like, weirder than his usual senior-year senioritis weird. He kept disappearing into his room with that frayed charging ...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her natural curls haloing around her head like she'd stuck a fork in an electrical socket. This was supposed to be her big nig...
The beanie was basically part of my skull at this point. I'd been wearing it since seventh grade, through every awkward phase and growth spurt, and it was practically fused to my i...
Maya's golden retriever, Buster, sat panting at the edge of the padel court while she tried to look like she belonged there. The popular kids had invited her — actually invited her...
Maya's hair was doing that thing again — the thing where it defied physics, gravity, and every single hair tutorial she'd ever binge-watched at 2 AM. She groaned at her reflection,...
I became a zombie somewhere between third period AP Bio and lunch. Not the brain-eating kind—the high school kind, where you shuffle through corridors existing but not really livin...