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Teen Ink Magazine, March 2001 : Fiction Articles

An Addiction
   He always has to have that number. It's not a greatnumber, either, his 3-1-4, but he always plays it. Straight and boxed for adollar, seven days a week ...
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Crack in the Wall
   She's yelling at me for saying something disrespectful.I'm busy staring at the crack in the wall and trying to concentrate on somethingelse. All I can think is, I can't wait to turn 18. I'm moving out. They are waytoo strict ...
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Eyes in the Night
   He walked into his new room, treading softly. He was inno hurry. He stopped in the doorway, looking at the posters of solar systemfacts, the Star Trek books and a television. His very own TV ...
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Journey
   Jack never understood people's obsession with windowseats on airplanes. Personally, he favored the middle ...
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Just Spit it Out
   Wouldn't it be strange if words came out in solid formwhen we spoke?

Every time we said something, words would fall from ourmouths and gather on the floor in a pile of conversation. Or maybe they wouldfloat to the ceiling in a cloud of gossip ...
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Pencil Sharpener
   The air in the classroom felt like the inside of amicrowave. I took a deep breath as I put my pencil to the paper andresumed writing. Ah, I thought. Just one sentence to go, and I'll bethrough - damn it!

Disaster struck ...
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Refrigerator Material
   "What do you have to say for yourself?" Sarah,Chuck's mother, asked, gazing sternly at him from behind her curly bangs. Some ofthe hair had escaped from behind her ears, where she usually kept it ...
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Where Did You Go, Joe DiMaggio?
   Well, it was a December night last year when I steppedout of my house and met the cold air with shock. I strolled down the five blocksto the bar as I had many nights before, but this night would be different. Itwould awaken old memories ...
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