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Marcus felt like a zombie walking through the halls of North Valley High, his brain fogged from three hours of sleep and too many TikTok doomscrolls at 2 AM. His messy bed-hair def...
Leo's Saturday started with a funeral—his little sister Mia's goldfish, Bubbles, had gone to that great big bowl in the sky. Again. "Please can we get another one?" Mia begged, th...
I looked like a zombie. No joke — three hours of sleep and too much concealer will do that to you. My hair was doing that weird static thing that happens when you're nervous, and I...
I stood outside the padel court, gripping my racquet like it owed me money. The new kid, whatshisname, kept serving aces that made my brain feel like scrambled eggs. "You good, M...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The party was everything she dreaded: bikini-clad girls performing synchronized dives, guys showi...
The abandoned pool behind the old rec center was where everyone hung out when the skate park got crowded. Someone—probably Maya—had spray-painted a massive sphinx on the pool's bot...
Maya's mom said the purple dye would wash out before school started, but the streaks in her hair had turned a stubborn pink that refused to fade. Not exactly the vibe she wanted fo...
Marcus dragged himself to baseball practice like a zombie, his cleats scuffing against the pavement. Six AM practices were cruel and unusual punishment, especially when your best f...
The solo cups towered toward the ceiling—a twenty-foot **pyramid** of red plastic that threatened to collapse and bury everyone alive. Lucas had spent three hours constructing it i...
Maya's palms were sweating, which was embarrassing because she was literally standing at the edge of a pool. This was it – her first real pool party. The kind that would determine...
The pool party was already lit when Marcus arrived, his orange swim trunks glowing under the backyard string lights. Seventeen years old and still convinced everyone was watching h...
Maya stood outside the gym doors, hand clamped over her neon bucket hat like it contained state secrets. Inside, Spring Floom thumped with enough bass to register on the Richter sc...