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Teen Ink Magazine, April 2007 : Nonfiction Articles

Black Hole
by Chelsea A., Jerome, MI
      It was a cold day in the middle of January. The snow in my grandma’s yard glistened like diamonds and the frozen pond looked like a hockey rink. I was eight years old with my blond hair in pigtails. I wore a purple-striped shirt and purple corduroy pants.
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EMT
by Preethi F., New City, NY
      I was tossed around in the back of the ambulance a few times before I thought to fasten my seatbelt as we careened down the road, sirens blaring and lights flashing.
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Hills & Valleys
by Leah B., Louisville, KY
      Silent as a stone, I watched the beautiful rolling hills of Kentucky pass like a warped, green dream. The sun shone hesitantly from behind dark clouds as I turned my head once more to look at the shrinking mass of beige and brown buildings.
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Please, More
by Destiny B., Fairbanks, AK
      The room was silent except for the screech of wheels and a baby’s giggles. As Jessica unsteadily pushed the wheeled chair meant for the doctor, I smiled and looked at my mother, knowing her face would be lit up like mine.
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Remembering
by Christina H., Stafford, VA
      The last time I saw him was 12 years ago. Twelve years have passed, and still I remember eating pomegranates while his thin hands combed through my hair. To this day, I still remember stories my grandmother used to tell me. He is my harabugee - my grandpa.
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The Birthday That Never Happened
by Mary D., Pittsfield, MA
      I’ve had some memorable birthdays in my 16 years, but one in particular stands out. I was 10 and the social butterfly of the fourth grade when my mother asked what I wanted for my birthday. I told her I wanted a big party and to invite everyone in my class.
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Welcome to the Debate
by Sara S., Brainerd, MN
      “Uh, I, uh ...” I was terrified. The whole thing had been an accident. I had never meant to join the debate team, I was a swimmer. Swimmers don’t debate. Swimmers don’t even talk to each other.
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