Teen Ink

     I stared at the stack of manila envelopes in front of me and sighed. Instead of learning algebra that day, I would mechanically fold, insert, clasp and stamp for the...

There was a dead girl in front of the library this morning. She was breathing, but she wasn’t alive. Whatever existence she’d had during her few years – I calculated she was around 13 –...

     What matters? Questioning authority. Individualism. The courage to suffer because it’s not only a part of growing up and learning, but also because it’s...