Teen Ink

As I sat in my brother’s blue Honda, I stared at the familiar building I had known since childhood. It was the place where I had gotten Happy Meals – not just smaller meals but those...

I wouldn’t ask for a dressing room. My mom always asked for me. The evening before I had repeatedly risen from my seat and piled on excess noodles suffocated in meat sauce. Then I licked my...

      It seemed like it was a dream; I remember praying that it was. It’s hard facing reality when you are not ready. I still think about sitting up on the roof where...