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Maya's lungs burned as she pushed off the wall, her swim cap practically fused to her skull after three hours of practice. The varsity swim team was basically her entire identity n...
Kyle stood in the bullpen, his arm already dead from five innings of middle school baseball glory. The coach, Coach Miller, kept preaching about staying locked in, but honestly? Ky...
Marcus stood behind the bleachers, heart doing that thing where it feels like it's trying to escape through your throat. Tonight. Tonight was finally happening. He'd been lowkey cr...
The orange hair dye had seemed like a great idea at 2 AM when Maya's TikTok feed was nothing but glow-up transformations. Now, standing in her bathroom mirror at 7:15 on a Monday m...
The zombie apocalypse had already happened, but nobody noticed. We were all just walking through high school half-alive, drowning in AP classes and college apps and the constant gl...
The July heat wave had turned everyone into something resembling a **zombie** — pale, shuffling, and barely functioning through summer school. That's when Jake's older brother deci...
My palms were sweating so much I could barely grip my phone. First house party of sophomore year, and I was already five minutes into a panic spiral in Lucas's bathroom. "You okay...
The pool water glittered like liquid diamonds, mocking me from below. I stood at the edge of Tyler's summer party, clutching my iPhone like a lifeline, my carefully styled curls al...
Maya's legs burned as she rounded the track for the third time, her breath ragged in the crisp morning air. Running was supposed to be her thing—varsity track star, college scholar...
Marcus adjusted his lucky hat—backward, exactly how he wore it when he made the travel basketball team back in Chicago—and stared at Lakeview High's front entrance. The building lo...
Maya's mom had done it again. Packed her lunch with those clear containers of sliced **papaya** with calamansi on the side, like it was totally normal to eat weird fruit at a **bas...
The chlorine smell hit me first—that sharp, chemical scent that meant Saturday swim practice had bled into everything. I stood at the edge of Jenna's pool party, nursing a lukewarm...