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Teen Ink Magazine,
November 2001 :
Fiction Articles
A Correspondence
Norma-JeanMagnum 12 Chipmunk Circle Rabbitville, CA12354
Billy-Ray Magnum San Quentin Prison 4535Clinton Road San Quentin, CA 12345
DearBilly-Ray,
It sure is nice that you sent those letters last month.
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A Glorious Nation?
Chinain the early 1990s.
Can't I just sleep for five minutes more,Grandpa?" I murmured.
"Han, get ready! There's no time todawdle. You know how hard it is to go across town in the morningrush.
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Between the Keys
Thedoor closes behind me and I can't see. The room is cold and pitchblack. I hear myfootsteps on the tile and stumble to my right, where I know the switchbox shouldbe. After a moment, I find it and flip the bottom three switches.
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Mrs. Jensen
"GoodLord. Teenagers these days," Mrs. Jensen sighs, looking at us delinquents inirritation, and positions her bulk on the chair. It's three o'clock on a Thursdayafternoon.
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Platform 3-A
Shecan still remember when she methim Stepping off that train,on the platform in the rain She can still remember the taste of her cherrylollipop Coloring her lipslike lipstick The drops ...
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Scuff Marks
I stand beneath a flickering light in the lonely hallway. There are no sounds leftto echo within the building. One dusty blue locker sags against its neighbor, astray paper lies wrinkled and exhausted on the floor.
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Value
Ofcourse I didn't really see anything, I could barely see where I was going. Mymind was
dark. I couldn't think. I was surprised I could still breathe. Anumb body that housed my consciousness dragged me along.
I guess I was ina coffee house.
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