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Teen Ink Magazine,
September 2005 :
Nonfiction Articles
A Quiet Day in September
by Kirsten K., Media, PA
A quiet day in September
Working hard on a Spanish verb
I looked up from my desk
Our teacher looked perturbed
My classmates noticed too
We wondered what was wrong
She sobbed silently to herself
We’d know the story before long
An announcement came over the ...
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Ash
by Sarah W., Georgetown, DE
I was ten,
That fateful day
When something fell from the sky
I saw it was white
And flaked like snow
But then something caught my eye
The stuff was almost gray,
And had a dust-like touch
And when it fell upon my cheek,
It didn’t turn to mush
It broke ...
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Attempting to Find the Integral
by Allison A., Montclair, VA
Dressed in plaid shorts, a bright yellow shirt and an octopus hat, myfather came through the front door singing Britney Spears’ “Oops, I Did ItAgain.
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Beauty in Writing
by Robbie S., Auburn, NY
Traveling though the world is beautiful; the world is all writing just waiting to be written. The problem is that people don’t know how to recognize the beauty that surrounds them. Writers have an inborn sense of what is beautiful and turn it into writing.
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Deacon
by Katie Z., Seven Hills, OH
This selection can be found in Chicken Soup for the Teen Soul, the 7th in the Teen Ink
book series, all available in bookstores nationwide and online.
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Dearly Beloved
by Arielle L., Aurora, ON, Canada
Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to mourn everything worth mourning. The broken laughs, the empty hearts, the secret tears and the ones who don’t love us back.
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Four Years Later
by Maria R., Boston, MA
What do you see?
In this picture, in this image, what do I see? I see two huge buildings that dwarf a city landscape. They’re tall, solid, firm, while those skirting the edges of their shadows are stunted ... making up for it in history.
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Gig
by Eric W., New City, NY
Walking up the steps into a dark hangar, with the lights off and the heavy raggedy curtain down, I see nothing but hear a little. I hear the announcer, but don’t understand him. I can feel my heart beat harder and faster with each beat.
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Girl Colors
by Lindsay B., New City, NY
Barbecues used to be the focus of my summer. Each weekend, my family would get together with friends on Long Island who had kids the same ages as me and my brother. I was the only girl in the group.
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I’m Lost
by Martina K., Suffern, NY
The pianist begins playing as we lift our violins to place them gently on our shoulders, allowing our chins to fit comfortably into the black discs on top of our instruments.
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Just a Shy Girl
by Deirdre K., Meriden, CT
“Look at her,” the cruel kids whispered.“She’s so weird! She never talks to anyone,” they continued. Tears burned in myeyes. Why did they judge me? Sure, I was a shy sixth-grader, but they had never even talked to me.
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Just Have Faith
by Sarah L., Covington, LA
September 11, 2001 is a date that will be engraved in the minds of Americans forever. I don’t think we realized how fortunate we were before then. Our freedom was taken for granted until the day we were attacked.
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My Birthday
by Brian A., Overland Park, KS
September 11, 2001 is a day that will be remembered throughout the world for the lives that were lost and for the heroes who tried to save lives. I will remember it especially well because September 11 is my birthday.
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Poetic Rain
by Meghan S., Anacortes, WA
Ideas rushed through, possibilities,
All yelling at me to choose them,
Raising their hands and shaking violently
Trying to distract my already
Distracted attention.
The soft kisses ...
Faint, yet remarkably audible.
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Practice Makes Perfect ... Yeah, Right
by Robin H., Gibsonia, PA
Practice makes perfect. That’s what they say, and I believed them - until one day. One day when I was a nervous wreck. One day for which I had prepared for what seemed like years.
Dad came in to wake me up much too early for a Sunday.
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September
by Jeremiah A., Klaispell, NE
Late in September all I hear is the
Familiar hum of the large red and white
International combine.
The local country station blares in my ear, “It’s 8 a.m.
In Montana country.”
I’ve only been staring at the amber waves of
Grain for two hours.
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Subverting the Dominant Paradigm
by Steve S., Brunswick, ME
Once I found an accordion in my closet.
“I thinkI’ll learn to play this thing,” I told my mom.
“That’s nice, dear.Dress warmly.”
I started experimenting that night.
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Summer Contemplation
by Natalie D., Congers, NY
It was late August. While making my family a spaghetti dinner, I took the chance to think about all the things that had confused me that summer.
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Ten Amazing Fingers
by Yuri C., Hemet, CA
Isn’t it amazing what our fingers can do? Without them, we cannot grab multiple objects at one time. Without our fingers, we cannot communicate through sign language or writing. Without our fingers, we cannot easily move things or accomplish tasks.
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The Experience of Filming “Rebound”
by Steven Christopher P., Littleton, CO
I’m 16, and I’m an actor. I love everything about acting: The thrill of auditioning; the happiness of getting a part; the joy when other’s admire my work.
At the age of 12, I moved to Hollywood to accomplish my dreams.
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The Final Performance
by Danielle H., Dallas, TX
The curtain rises and the crowd focuses on the stage. Amidst the other girls, I pose, ready and excited as I soak up the audience’s attention and channel it into energy.
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Tuba Girl
by Elise A., Auburn, NY
Female tuba and sousaphone players, we’re a rare breed. In five years, I’ve only met two others. When people ask what I play, I proudly tell them.
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