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Teen Ink Magazine, December 2006: Nonfiction Articles
Susan: A Poem
by Susan L., Wilmington, MA
My name is Susan.
I was a nice 1950s schoolgirl once
To my father; the namesake
Of a dear friend to my mother.
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Books: Then and Now
by Daisy J., Medina, MN
My fingers sweep curiously along the spines with engraved golden letters, trying to feel what is on the pages, trying to understand what they say and mean.
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Comfortable Enough?
by Ashley D., Chestermere, Canada, AB
I know a friend of a friend who is going through a lot of pain. Although he is a stranger to me, his pain is familiar.
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The Darkness
by Jose, Bronx, NY
I was loitering on 183rd Street and Andrews Avenue. At the time, my “mother” was the streets and my “father” was my homies.
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Some Rainy Day
by Carleigh S., No. Platte, NE
Everyone has a certain place, a certain smell, certain people, and certain memories that sum up their childhood. Mine is my grandparents’ farm in Iowa.
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More Than Records
by Will C., Phoenix, AZ
I step in front of a couple hundred people with my crate of records under one arm. I pull one out of its glossy cover, my first track for the night, and put it on the turntable.
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The Cafeteria
by Alexandra G., Westport, CT
After lunch I will have an entire hour of math, but, worst of all, I will have to venture into the cafeteria alone. Rule #23 in the Cafeteria Etiquette Handbook: “You can head to the cafeteria with whomever is available to latch onto until you find the friends you truly want to eat with.”
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Talk to (Some) Strangers
by Frances W., Woodbury, NY
I was standing at the corner of 66th and Broadway, waiting to cross on a typically busy New York City day. A woman approached from my right, pushing a baby stroller.
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The True Meaning of Christmas
by Brigit C., Brielle, NJ
Just nine days before Christmas, Caitlin’s house had burned to the ground. By some miracle Caitlin, her two siblings, her parents, and their dog had all escaped.
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