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Maya's phone buzzed for the tenth time in five minutes. Another group chat blowup over who was dating whom. She felt like a **zombie**, scrolling through endless drama that meant a...
Jordan's heart was pounding, **running** at full velocity toward his house. He had exactly seven minutes to change, grab the snack, and get to Maya's pool party before it was deeme...
I stood at the edge of the padel court, my racket feeling like a foreign object in my sweaty hands. The country club shimmered around me — all white linens and polished smiles, whi...
The **goldfish** was still floating when I left for Tyler's party. Three days I'd had that thing, and now I was murdering pets through neglect. Mom would say it was a metaphor for ...
Marcus stood by the pool, nursing his flat soda like it was the only interesting thing at Jasmine's party. Again. The backyard was full of TikTok-famous kids doing TikTok-famous th...
Maya's fifteenth summer wasn't supposed to change everything, but that's exactly what happened. It started with the papaya—this weird, alien fruit her mom brought home from the int...
Marcus stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at the bottle of protein powder his brother had left behind. "Big T's Muscle Mass" it promised, like swallowing some magic pow...
Maya's neon orange padel racket was basically her whole personality now. Since joining the club last month, she'd leveled up from total newbie to actually-not-terrible, and her Ins...
Marcus's iphone buzzed for the third time in five minutes. Coach Miller's texts lit up the screen: "Practice started ten minutes ago. Where r u???" He swiped them away, too busy s...
I'd been walking through sophomore year like a straight-up zombie—hoodie up, headphones in, eyes glued to my phone. My mom called it my "vampire phase," but honestly, vampires had ...
The first thing I noticed about Aunt Sarah's house: zero cable. No WiFi, no streaming, not even basic channels. My phone showed one desperate bar of 4G if I stood by the window lik...
Marcus's first week at Northwood High felt like walking into a party where everyone else knew the secret handshake. His plan seemed solid: ace tryouts for the padel team, secure in...