Teen Ink

This room smells musty, I thought, walking into the stuffy bedroom that would be my home for the next week. What should I expect? What were my feelings about giving up a week of my summer, and what...

Today I was at the mall waiting for friends, when a lady wearing a knit hat and a sweater came up to me and, shivering, said, “I’m homeless. Would you mind buying me some food?” In that...

     It was just another Saturday morning. The brisk San Francisco air wrapped around a homeless mother and child as lights gradually flicked on in the city’s...