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Teen Ink Magazine, September 2004 : Nonfiction Articles

Bringing Home a Stranger
by Anonymous ., TX
     I play with the stitching on my shirt as you say, "Come on, this is your time to talk."

You think I don't want to talk. You think I don't want to scream about the horrifying memories that play over and over in my head. But I can't talk.
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Emily
by Hilary R., New City, NY
     Her arms take a leap and throw themselves onto your shoulders. You turn around and get a quick vision of her smile, encompassing most of her face, leaving you with a feeling of warmth that tugs at your heart. You don't speak, you don't move, you just smile.
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Finding Myself
by Anonymous ., CT
     I couldn't see because my eyes were so swollen from crying. I couldn't breathe because my throat was filled with sobs. It was the worst day of my life. It felt as if someone had torn out my heart and ripped it into a million pieces.
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Gamble
by Christopher R., Clarence, NY
     The cool October breeze blew through my hair as I approached my friend's house. Walking into the garage, the time had arrived to be serious.

My anticipation grew when I saw a bunch of guys from my class gathered for the poker tournament.
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I Never Said Good-bye
by Sumayyah T., Hernden, VA
     No one expects to die as a teenager. The teen years are when life starts, when the fun begins. We were a group of six friends, all going to a small private school in Maryland.
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My Powerful Violin
by Conor S., San Antonio, TX
     First there is nothing. Suddenly, a chord rends the air, penetrating the silent void. Gradually it melts into a sweet melody of smooth phrases and gentle themes.
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Not 5, But 8
by Adam C., Houston, TX
     These days, whenever you apply for a job or fill out important documents, a set of questions awaits you. In my 15 years I've been asked a lifetime of questions, mostly about me and my background.
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Rainy Day Man
by Sharon W., Troy, MI
     Emily and I were the best of friends. I remember when we were four, licking melted ice cream off our fingers in the burning sun. I remember fifth-grade days frolicking in the pool.
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Sanity
by Lydia H., Waynesboro, PA
     I am awakened from a beautiful dream to a loud ringing. In my efforts to reach the phone, I knock the clock and Chapstick off the bedside table. Cursing, I answer the phone.
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She Was Serious
by Peng P., Scotch Plains, NJ
     If a stranger looked into her life, it would seem fairly normal. Julia* was an active tomboy with loving parents who got along (a rarity these days), several brothers and sisters and a huge house.
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Stolen Innocence
by Melissa G., Congers, NY
     Terror, panic and confusion - that's what we have felt since that day, a luminous day that turned into a black cloud of dust.

Danielle told me about the World Trade Center during lunch.
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The Power of Friendship
by Tracy S., St. Louis, MO
     Oomph. The nearly inaudible sound escapes my mouth seconds before I collapse, doubled over in pain. I lie on the smoldering asphalt desperately trying to regain the breath so forcefully knocked out of me.
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Walking
by Chris R., Amesville, OH
     I was walking around Amesville one night, at about ten. I was trying to find something to do, so I stopped at a friend's house. He opened the door, shirtless. He was really hyper and wired, laughing at everything from a joke to how I was tying my shoe.
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Watching the Sky
by Gabrielle R., Mattawan, MI
     For the first time, I saw fireworks this summer. In reality, I have spent every Fourth of July since the beginning of my life sitting in a lawn chair gazing up at the sky in wonderment. Then something happened - I grew up.
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We Were the Coolest
by Christine N., Owasso, OK
     I stopped by the snow-cone hut to see you but you weren't there, just some short-haired blond girl who didn't get my raspberry-vanilla-coconut-with-cream mix right (too much syrup, not enough cream).
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