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Teen Ink Magazine,
December 2007 :
Nonfiction Articles
Back to Basics
by Elizabeth H., Wellesley, MA
As we drove deeper into the middle of nowhere, Susie stared out the window with her headphones on, my mom talked on the phone with her new boyfriend, and I searched the radio for a signal.
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Chelsea, Bay and Me
by Haley G., Lewes, DE
“What are you doing?” Chelsea asks as she stands in her bedroom, stuffing pajamas into her pillowcase.
“Folding,” I say simply.
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Dear Members of the U.S. Military
by Lisa N., Hemet, CA
Dear Brave Members of the U.S. Miliary, My brother, Matthew, joined the Army on August 29, 2005, only a few days after my fifteenth birthday. I remember standing there just staring at him with my mouth ajar.
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Disconnect
by Robert W., New Knoxville, OH
“Do you ever get the feeling that you are completely ignorant about something you should know a lot about?”
I wrote that on my sister’s Facebook.
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Frosh
by Gabriella P., Brooklyn, NY
I had braved a year of high school and when it started again, I am ready. After two weeks, I am used to the hustle-bustle of students getting to classes. I can practically navigate the school with my eyes closed and my hands tied behind my back.
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In the Dark
by Claudia B., Bellevue, WA
It was dark. Coats brushed against my body as zippers scratched at my arms and face. It was hard to tell what was left or right. Heck, I couldn’t even tell which way was up or down in this cold, isolated place.
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Let It Snow
by Laura M., Chappaqua, NY
The soft white powder has fallen steadily - and heavily - throughout the night, and outside my window, the world sparkles. The first thing I notice, though, is the silence.
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My Prince Will Come
by Kayla D., Cameron, WI
Standing on my tiptoes, my new patent leather shoes shimmering in the evening light, I watched eagerly as each of the freshly washed and polished cars pulled up.
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Passage
by Ujjayini B., Charlotte, NC
The stage lights dimmed, and I took a quick peek from behind the heavy black curtains into the audience. Blinded by the lights, I hastily pulled back. What seemed like an infinite number of eyes were looking at me.
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She Forgot to Leave
by Rachel M., Buffalo Grove, IL
She left me her ruby-red tulips
and her freshly mulched garden
with its ripe tomatoes and basil.
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Sickly Sweets
by Courtney S., Auburn, NY
“Is it really? NO WAY!” was what my cousins and I found ourselves saying because of our older cousin, Tori, who would trick us into thinking that we got everything all wrong.
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Silent Waltz
by Taylor D., Wyckoff, NJ
The first thing my parents did when we moved here was buy a lock for the door. It rained so hard that first night, as we sat on the floor surrounded by take-out containers and boxes. None of us spoke, but we knew what we wanted to say.
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The Power of Prcrastination
by Michael D., Lawrenceburg, IN
When faced with too much work, an individual might wish for a break. Soon enough, this person will shrug off his obligations and take the much-needed break. Yet, as I have done myself, the individual will not always return to the task at hand.
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Unity
by Lauren C., Woonsocket, RI
Church, a family? Yeah, right. That’s what I was thinking as my eyes wandered over the sea of faces in front of me. They stared back, some interested, some bored out of their minds, all gazing toward the pulpit, where a woman was reciting the first reading.
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White Room
by Alex W., Niskayuna, NY
I sit on the plaid couch. I shift my weight and it creaks. Everyone knows what a dentist’s office looks like, but this one is worse. My eyes dart around the room, to the light fixture, to my mom, to the table with the magazines, to the front desk.
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Whole Milk and Cement
by Swati P., Hatfield, PA
In 10 years, my mother will praise my “social skills,” teachers will tell me I’m “well-adjusted.” In 10 years, I will be kind, slightly timid in front of strangers, immensely loyal, with an ever-present sense of right and wrong.
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Wish List
by Jennifer P., Massapequa Park, NY
The Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade was long over. The floats had passed hours ago, and Santa had made his official appearance.
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