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Maya dragged herself through the cafeteria doors, feeling like a straight-up zombie after staying up till 3 AM texting Leo through his breakdown. Her eyelids weighed approximately ...
I was operating on pure zombie mode—third consecutive night of four hours sleep because Mr. Harrison decided AP History required a twenty-page research paper. On top of that, my mo...
I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, appraising my reflection like it might somehow tell me why sophomore year felt like everyone else had gotten the manual and I'd been skippe...
Leo's bedroom looked like a trading floor collided with a sports equipment store. Stock charts covered his walls—blue tape connecting red and green markers—while his baseball glove...
I woke up feeling like actual death. Not the I'm-so-tired kind of death—the I'm-literally-a-**zombie** kind. My mom had sworn those orange **vitamin** gummies would fix my chronic ...
Maya clutched the plastic bag like her life depended on it. Inside, a goldfish—Jerry—swam in panicked circles, completely unaware that he was about to crash the biggest party of so...
The iPhone trembled in Maya's sweating palm as she framed the shot. Summer sophomore year, and Jade's pool party was already trending. Everyone wanted proof they'd been invited. "...
The orange sunset burned across the sky as I stood outside the padel court, heart hammering like I'd just chugged three espressos. Three weeks into summer, and I still didn't know ...
The sphinx costume smelled like every middle school dance ever held in a gymnasium—cheap polyester and teenage desperation. Maya adjusted her papier-mâché headpiece, the fake gold ...
Maya's iPhone buzzed in her pocket, another ignored text from her ex-best friend. She'd come to Chloe's party anyway, because that's what you did when you were fifteen and desperat...
The air smelled like coconut sunscreen and desperation. I stood at the edge of Tyler's pool party, nursing my third Dr. Pepper like it was something stronger. My best friend Marcus...
Maya stood at the edge of Jake's backyard pool, clutching her solo cup like it was a lifeline. The party was in full swing—literally. People were cannonballing, laughing, flirting,...