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Teen Ink Magazine,
April 2008 :
Nonfiction Articles
Barbie Dolls and Hot Pants
by Ave T., Palm Bay, FL
In summer day care, outside had always been my favorite place. Going out was a prelude to another epic adventure. As a tomboy, I stuck with the boys who made up games in which we were all characters with names, personalities, and skills way beyond our real selves.
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Disenchanted at the Discothèque
by Antonio R., Monroe, CT
The velvet rope glares at me, a bulwark separating me from a supposedly good time. My friends push me forward, past the immense man in a black leather jacket who guards the door. I still can’t believe I am here.
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Emergency Room 11
by Malcolm L., Plano, TX
Blood soaked her shirt. She let out a deep bellowing noise, an attempt at coughing drowned out by her inability to breathe. She stared blankly at me, as if she wanted to say something. I fastened a blood pressure cuff on her right arm while the charge nurse tried to get another IV line started.
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How It Feels to Heal
by "Susie", NH
I know what it is like to live through that feeling of post-traumatic numbness. I also know what it’s like to testify in court.
My sophomore year in high school, I told my parents that I had been sexually assaulted since I was little.
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Kidnapped
by Rachael V., Champlin, MN
Here I was, barely 15 and stranded in the middle of the Blue Ridge Mountains. My cheeks were raw with tears and I was exhausted from trying to escape my two kidnappers, who pulled me out of bed at 4 a.m. and took me to Clayton, Georgia. Or that is what I kept telling myself.
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Major League Gaming
by Jacob N., New Lisbon, WI
Last summer, just before school started, three of my friends and I competed in a Halo 2 Professional Gaming Tournament. Our team consisted of Chad (whose screen name is FR3SH), Ryan (KROSMO), my cousin Aaron (AIR_RUN), and me, as the team leader (E1EM3NT).
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Night
by Erica F., Farmington, NY
The lights go out – another power outage. “Grab the candles,” Mom says, and I do. My younger brother and I raid every room to collect the tall candles and votives spaced around the house.
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Popular Misconceptions
by Lauren M., Tucson, AZ
I was awkward in middle school: bony and athletic, with a high grade in science and a low one in self-esteem. Though I had friends, I didn’t fit the mold of popularity. I was picked last in flag football and I sometimes ate lunch by myself.
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The Boy Who Lived
by Chris D., So. Plainfield, NJ
Way back when I could only imagine what the top of a counter looked like, I longed to be something more than I was. I wanted to live in a daydream world, where anything could happen. Each day, I dressed up as in one of my many identities, taking on the attributes of that character.
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