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The school cafeteria's social pyramid was as obvious as the painted lines on the basketball court. Seniors at the top tables, juniors in the middle, sophomores scattered near the w...
Maya dragged herself through the school hallway, literally in zombie mode. Three AP classes, varsity tennis practice, and her parents' expectations had turned her into the walking ...
I'd been doom-scrolling until 3 AM, so basically, I was a zombie. Like, actually undead. Mia's tenth annual pool party rager was happening and I was running on two hours of sleep a...
Maya pulled the brim of her dad's vintage **hat** lower, trying to disappear into the patio shadows. The pool party was in full swing—every cool kid from sophomore year was here, a...
Maya's phone buzzed with the notification that changed everything: Tyler's house party. Finally. She'd been waiting weeks for the invite that would legitimize her existence as a hi...
I felt like a **zombie** dragging myself through third period, my brain still fried from baseball practice at 6 AM. Coach Davis had us running suicides until my legs literally gave...
I felt like a straight-up **zombie** shuffling through the hallway. Three AP exams, two essays, and my brain had officially left the chat. The fluorescent lights buzzed like a dyin...
Maya stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her frizzy **hair** defying the $45 curl cream she'd begged her mom to buy. Three hours before Jordan's party, and she looked ...
Maya felt like a zombie by third period AP Chem. Three hours of sleep will do that to you. She'd spent the entire night rewriting her college essay for the fourth time because, acc...
Maya's vintage fedora hat was supposed to be her personality marker—her thing. The one accessory that screamed sophisticated, artsy, unapproachable-in-a-cool-way junior. Instead, i...
The pyramid sat in the center of the community pool like some weird ancient monument dropped in suburbia. Three tiers of fake stone, water cascading down, and at the very top—where...
Maya stood at the edge of the **pool**, clutching her phone like it was a lifeline. The annual summer blowout at Tyler's house was legendary, and somehow she'd actually been invite...