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Teen Ink Magazine,
February 2008 :
Nonfiction Articles
A Teenage Catastrophe
by Allie F., Stafford, VA
This is going to be it, I thought as the sweat stains from my armpits graciously shouted my anticipation to the world. With each push of the bike pedals, I could feel the excitement mounting, electrifying the air between his holy body and mine.
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Above
by Shamoyia G., Miami, FL
Above the awkwardness
Among the hidden thoughts
Beside the numbers in your phone
Between the notes passed in class
Beyond the shared grins
During the heartache and struggle
From one to the other
Inside the unspoken words
Near the fights that ...
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Confessions of a Stalker
by “Susan”, Auburn, NY
I look forward to seeing his face every morning. His gorgeous blue eyes, adorable smile, his perfect hair; you couldn’t ask for anything better. I’ve never talked to him, but I feel like I know him. You can call me a stalker, or obsessed. I know I am.
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Different
by Savannah O., Winchester, KY
Today was different. Nothing changed. Nothing happened out of the ordinary. I didn’t meet anybody new. I didn’t suddenly jump out of my daily routine. But when I woke up today I knew something was different.
Today I was bored.
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Grandpa
by Whitney H., No. Massapequa, NY
He hated my name. My family never knew why, but he hated my name, Whitney. He wished for my name to be Nicole, which is how it became my middle name. To this day I always think of telling everyone to call me Nicole.
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Homecoming
by Christine K., Decatur, GA
It was the thrilling week in the fall all students look forward to: Homecoming. Everyone was excited about spirit days, the bonfire, the big game, and the legendary Homecoming dance.
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Learning to Be a Lady
by Matthew M., Virginia Beach, VA
The first time I dressed up as a woman was Halloween. Innocent enough, I suppose - costumes and whatnot. Some people dressed as ogres, the traditional witch, and, as always, multiple poorly imitated Frankensteins.
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My Epiphany
by Eugene M., Hull, MA
“You look cute today, my little babaganoosh.” I honestly couldn’t tell you how many times have I heard that. It comes out of the mouth of a person about whom I care deeply and who has played a significant role in my life.
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On My Own
by Jessica G., Walnut Creek, CA
Mr. Hoy, my U.S. History teacher in eighth grade, told my class something I will never forget: “I never assign school projects because not everyone does their work.” It might sound like nothing, but to me, it has meant a lot.
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Reflections
by Emily R., Wilmore, KY
I stand in a hallway, watching students roll by. I see girls who laugh because they know no one has ever seen them cry.
I see girls who bury their eyes in books because they don’t want to face a world where there is no Prince Charming.
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Secrets and Mistakes
by Amy C., Watertown, IN
Ten karats. One big blue jewel, the birthstone of a Sagittarian, and around it, more diamonds than you can count on one hand.
Six months earlier, I was an innocent, boyfriend-less little girl with commitment issues.
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Silent Cry
by Anonymous, Alexander, AR
Touching or kissing you against your will, covering up your screams, and forcing you to perform sexual acts are all precursors to rape. Rape is the crime of having sexual intercourse with a person without his or her consent.
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Sledding the Mountain
by David Y., Lancaster, WI
It was a beautiful winter day. The sun was shining, reflecting off the snow like a mirror reflects a face. My sister and I decided that this would be the perfect day to go sledding down the largest hill on our property.
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The Blessing and the Curse
by Christina L., Stafford, VA
I was pacing in restless circles around my house; the anticipation of his arrival was torturing me. We had planned to talk all week about us, and tonight we were supposed to follow through and get it over with.
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The Day the Rain Won
by Elliott K., Springfield, MO
The sky didn’t look rainy. It was hot
and sunny with just a few clouds. But none looked threatening.
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The Funeral
by Brian D., Milford, MA
As I slowly filed into the main room of the church behind my mother, the first thing I noticed was the number of chairs. For some reason I had thought it would be small, that not many people knew Jonathan or would come to his funeral.
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The Meeting
by Kayla S., Reno, NV
He seems ... well, short. I can hear these thoughts going through my mother’s head, a sort of mother-daughter telepathy. “He” sits quietly to my left, holding my hand in the dark recesses of the under-table void.
And so quiet.
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To My Lost Love
by Kaylee K., Houston, TX
To the one I gave my all and lost: I hope you know I am missing you to death. I am so sorry for walking out on you at the restaurant that day. I didn’t mean it. You were more than I ever asked for. I don’t know how I did that to you.
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Woes of a High School Singleton
by Caitlin L., Stafford, VA
My name is Caitlin Lang and I am single. There, I’ve said it; my supposed life failure is out there for the whole world to see, running around in the school hallways with nowhere left to hide.
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