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I walked into homeroom feeling like a straight-up zombie. Three hours of sleep will do that to you—thanks, TikTok rabbit hole at 2 AM. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead as I s...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool, clutching her towel like a lifeline. The annual summer block party thumped with bass music, and practically everyone from sophomore year was alr...
The social hierarchy at Camp Tall Pines operated like a pyramid—Kayla at the apex, her inner circle in the middle, and everyone else fighting for space at the base. I'd landed some...
The stray cat showed up every Tuesday night, sitting like a judgmental gargoyle on the rusted fence of my apartment complex. I'd named him Reaper, because the cat was literally kil...
Maya's palms were sweating so bad she could practically water plants with them. She gripped her phone tighter, staring at Leo's Instagram story from fifteen minutes ago. Everyone a...
My hair was supposed to be my armor. Freshman year at Northwood High, and I'd spent three hours perfecting the curtain bangs that TikTok swore would change my life. Instead, I look...
Maya's **iphone** glowed at 2:47 AM, another night sacrificed to the infinite scroll. She felt like a **zombie** — pale, hollowed out, moving through school on autopilot while her ...
Maya's palms were sweating through her jersey as she stepped up to the plate. First varsity baseball game, junior year, and somehow she'd talked her way onto the boys' team as thei...
Maya stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at her reflection. The hair salon had promised subtle layers, but somehow she'd walked out with something that looked like a sph...
Marcus stood in the corner of Lena's basement party, nursing a cup of lukewarm soda while everyone else seemed to have received some secret manual on how to be a teenager that he'd...
Marcus was running late—again. His vintage dad hat was pulled low over his eyes as he sprinted down the junior hallway, dodging freshmen like they were orange cones in driver's ed....
Maya's lungs burned as she hit her third mile of running, AirPods blasting playlists her algorithm thought defined her entire personality. At fifteen, everything felt like a perfor...