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Teen Ink Magazine,
January 2006 :
Nonfiction Articles
120 Minutes
by Madeleine H., Katonah, NY
“Do you swear your testimony to be the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth, so help you God?” Senator Shelby asked, his voice conveying a message that was not to be misunderstood: this was the real thing.
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A Fish Tale
by Joshua A., No. Platte, NE
It was 6:15 a.m. and fairly cool for midsummer. Normally it would be too early for my liking, but this was no ordinary day. For a week, Jestin, Cody, Ryan, Jordan and I had been planning this highlight fishing trip of the summer.
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A Turn for the Best
by Kellie D., St. Rose, LA
In recent months, I’ve experienced something I always feared - change. When I returned home after evacuating because of Hurricane Katrina, I realized how lucky I had been before the storm.
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Cry for Help
by Ben P., Charlottesville, VA
The drive up set the tone for the vacation - small white flakes ruthlessly devoured I-95. It was spring break and snowing. When we arrived, I watched the city’s populace melt out of vandalized subway cars and retreat into the oblivion of dusk.
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Getting My Honesty
by Megan M., Albuquerque, NM
I was born in Rio de Janeiro, Canada on December 4, 1989 to Canadian royalty who already had six sons, three daughters and two dolphins.
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Grandma
by Megan W., Lincoln, NE
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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Hurricane Katrina
by Kaitlyn G., Covington, LA
I live in West St. Tammany Parish, about 30 miles north of New Orleans. I was in the car with my mom on the Lake Pontchartrain Bridge heading home from the last Saints game ever to be played in the Superdome when I heard what was coming.
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Photographs
by Christina P., Tucson, AZ
I do not own photo albums but instead shoeboxes Brimming with glossy snapshots, clumped together in sharp-edged stacks, Never in a particular order. Simply thrown together A collage of memories and smiling faces filled with crooked teeth.
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Wretched, Beautiful Computer
by K. J., Shirley, MA
It is a foul creation. Yes, utterly foul. My computer provided me solace, love, adoration, attention, vile excitement. It provided me entrance into a world where I was accepted, a world where no other could come without my consent, a world that was all my own.
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