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Marcus felt like a zombie by third period. AP Euro notes swam before his eyes—ironic, considering he couldn't actually swim. Not really. Not the way other kids did, all confidence ...
Maya stood in the corner of Jenna's basement, clutching a red Solo cup like it was a lifeline. This was it—her first real high school party, and she was absolutely lowkey spiraling...
Maya stood against the wall at Jordan's party, her thumb scrolling through her iPhone with the mechanical rhythm of someone who'd forgotten how to be present. The blue light washed...
Maya's palms were sweating. Like, actually sweating, gross slippery palms that made holding onto her phone practically impossible. She wiped them on her denim shorts for the third ...
Maya's crush on Leo had been running circles in her brain since June. Now, with summer slipping away, she'd officially entered her flop era. "He's not gonna magically appear, you ...
The bull weighed twelve hundred pounds of pure muscle and bad attitude, and somehow I'd volunteered to run at it. "You got this, Maya," Jake whispered, handing me his lucky cowboy...
Maya stood against the wall at Jake's party, nursing her phone like it was a lifeline. She felt like a **zombie**—week of finals, three hours of sleep total, and now here she was, ...
Maya shuffled through the cafeteria like a zombie, her brain still fried from three hours of sleep. Senior year was supposed to be epic, not an endless grind of AP classes and coll...
Jordan's hair was a disaster. She'd spent three hours trying to perfect the beach waves tutorial, but instead she looked like a poodle that had been electrocuted in a storm. Which ...
Maya felt like a zombie walking through junior year. Every day the same: shuffle to first period, zone out through pre-calc, pretend to care about college apps while her brain ran ...
Maya stood at the edge of the pool party feeling like a literal zombie. Three weeks of summer had turned her brain to mush from binge-watching apocalyptic shows until 3 AM, and now...
Maya's **cat**, Luna, knocked over the stack of carefully curated outfits as if sensing the radiation waves of panic emanating from the closet. "Dude, you've been through seven alr...